Phil is the King of spontaneity; Carpe Diem has always been his motto and I love this quality in my husband because he has opened my eyes to a life unscripted. As much as I want to encourage and support this behavior, sometimes I wonder if this mode of operation will be the death of me. I am not always a carefree participant in his adventures, but I go, because I trust him.
Recently, he took me on an escapade that had me white-knuckled and anxious (and I am QUEEN of anxiety, so I was not happy about this). Said adventure began with a left turn onto an unpaved road that led to a narrow, treacherous trail and through a cane field. And by narrow, I mean, canopies and branches scraped the length of both sides of the truck as we drove along. And by treacherous, I mean we had to put the truck in 4-wheel drive and even then, we almost tipped it onto its side in a huge puddle of mud. 4-Wheeling is NOT my idea of fun. And when the trail flattened out and emerged through a cane field, my anxiety reached a whole new level when I thought that (A) it would really suck if our truck broke down in the middle of nowhere and (B) what if there was a crazy, axe-wielding murderer lurking somewhere?
I wanted to be mad at him. While I sat silently in fear, he was making conversation like we were simply chatting over a cup of coffee--a known tactic he uses to try and divert my attention--which I found more annoying than distracting. He laughed at one point and asked if I wanted to take a few pictures of the trail because he knew I'd be blogging about it (and I assure you, I did not see the humor in this).
By the time we reached a clearing and he parked the truck overlooking a cliff, I was irritated, but relieved. When I got out of the truck to peer over the seemingly edge-of-the-earth, I gasped; it felt like a voyage to get here, but the view really took my breath away.
We took enough photos and video to try and capture the essence and beauty of this place, but our results will never do the perspective justice. I am continually humbled by God's majesty and creation; His gifts to us are a blessing.
I love that after all these years, my husband still teaches me to let go. To trust.
I love that he teaches me to chase beauty.