Life at Sea
“Let me guess,
“Let me guess, we’re moving out of our house and out onto the road?”
Between the two of us, I am the more logical one in our marriage. Ash and I both have things that we are passionate—borderline crazy—about, but when it comes to our living situation, I DO NOT dream or veer from what I know. Come to think of it, I didn’t ever travel until I had met Ashley; the big world out there scared me more than I was willing to admit—that all changed a year ago. When I came home from work one day, my wife started in on me with a statement not too uncommon: “Want to take a guess at what God revealed to me today?” This question would usually stir up my sweat glands and have my clammy hands groping for some inch of my epidermis to itch. I responded, “Let me guess, we’re moving out of our house and out onto the road?” Our conversation and research went hours into the evening/morning. Ashley was just as shocked, excited, and scared as I was about the ideas running through our heads—at least, she pretended to be. I sat behind the screen of my iPad, scared to death! I knew something was coming on our horizon—hence my prior revelation; granted, God had already set my wife’s ambitions and His plans running through my mind that day. Nonetheless, I sat there scared, but pretended to be…excited! For the next several weeks, Ashley researched non-stop while I… supported her ambitious research. I appeased her adventurous spirit with a, “Hmmm,” or a, “Wow!” whenever she had another trailer to show me. In the back of my mind, however, I was secretly thinking, “This is a test, right? We’re going to wake up one morning and see the end of this dream and conclude that we were willing, which was the end goal, right?” However, that conclusion never came or set in. What did happen was much better though! I know now that I needed to be willingly dragged a bit—the natural non-mover/dreamer that I was. Since then, I have driven my family into dangerous, off-the-beaten-path places and parked us in rather sketchy neighborhoods in pursuit of God and the adventure before us. The reward? A priceless set of life experiences for not just my kids, but for me as well. I can no longer rely on my own knowledge as to how life should pan out; when something goes wrong with a slide on our RV, I have to hit the ground (literally) and figure out, IN THAT MOMENT, how to carry on, while maintaining my composure for the sake of my on-looking children. I willingly admit that I absolutely know nothing when it comes to this life, and each trip and new campground reminds me that I am a child in this life, dependent on God’s parental grace to survive each new day. And, at the end of the day, I am the best version of me when I am lost at sea in a world of unknowns. What’s on the horizon next? I have no idea, but we’re charting our course for the clouds.
Until we meet again,