I think it’s safe to say that most people would agree with me that this winter has been a helluva trial. It’s been ridiculously cold. We’ve had a stupid amount of snow. And for my entire life I’ve lived in Ohio or Michigan, so it’s not like I don’t know what winter is like. In fact, it’s been so cold that I’ve worn a coat all winter. And I pride myself on not ever really needing a winter coat unless it’s below 15 degrees.

The bonus of the bone-chilling cold is that the Great Lakes are pretty much frozen solid. Lake Superior is one big ice cube, and that equals ice caves.

It should be stated here that I am not a fan of winter. I tolerate it because I like the other seasons, but if I had a choice, I’d live in New Orleans for the duration of the cold.

When the kids want to go sledding, I do not participate. I stay home and make sure hot chocolate is ready when they return.

But when I heard about the ice caves, I knew it was something I needed to see. My husband felt the exact same way, and we started planning a weekend trip to Munising, MI.

I’m sure the Apostle Islands caves are gorgeous, but Munising is closer, and is also our favorite area to camp in the summer. The caves at Grand Island were supposed to be just as spectacular – with the only downside being that you have to hike across a mile of frozen lake to get there.

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This trip didn’t make any sense. It took over 16 hours to get there and back, and we spent less than 3 hours doing the thing we went there to do. But it was absolutely worth it. Worth every minute of the 16+ hours in the car. And worth the ridiculous hike through knee deep snow.

But, turns out, if there is one thing I’ve learned, it’s that the thing that doesn’t make any sense, is usually well worth doing.

In fact, I firmly believe that most of the things we are supposed to do in life are things that don’t make sense in our heads. Like God is telling us that we need to try something weird and different to not exactly prove that we trust him – but kind of that.

Or maybe it’s just that doing something different is precisely the way to get to the place you are supposed to be getting to. Following the path of least resistance, or the path that everyone else is on is only a surefire way to get what everyone else is getting.

Think back to the Bible stories about David. The dude was the youngest son. A shepherd. And short. But that’s who God picked to be the King. He also had only one weapon – a sling with a few river stones. And he listened to his heart and fought a dude who was over 8 feet tall, wore armor and fought with a sword.

That dude had some serious faith. Because none of the things that God asked him to do made one bit of sense. And yet he did them – and until that whole Bathsheba thing, he was golden. And really with the whole Bathsheba thing – I’m pretty sure that would have worked out too, if David had just shown some restraint/patience instead of having her husband killed and just doing what he wanted.

My point here is that if something doesn’t make sense, rethink it.

Four years ago, my husband (jeremykrill.com) was 10 years into a teaching career. That’s 10 years of seniority and 10 years of retirement built up. But he hated every second of it. He was a tremendous¬†teacher on paper – stellar test scores and whatnot – but his heart was not in it.

Everyone thought he was crazy when he decided to resign. In fact his dad asked me if it was really okay with me that he was doing it. To be completely honest, I was thrilled. I knew he needed out after year one. But level heads and doing the thing that “makes sense” kept him in the gig for ten long years.

I’m not saying it was a bad thing. At the end of the ten years, we had enough money to take out his retirement and buy a couple of rental houses. And we learned one ginormous lesson:

Take a second look at the thing that doesn’t make sense.