It is not in my nature to be a “risk taker”. Every memory I have are ones of anxiety when things were ‘thrown’ at me. I’m a planner. Carefully thinking things through…what are the risks versus the rewards? What could go wrong? Some identify with how my mind works, others roll their eyes at my pessimism. I prefer the term “realism”.
This last weekend my husband and I took a little trip. We decided to go camping for our anniversary. A place we’ve enjoyed in the past stuck out in both of our minds so the decision was unanimous. I had a couple weeks notice (because my husband knows me…) I had plenty of time to plan and pack, only life had gotten out of control the week prior. A few too many commitments misaligned with farm troubles and daily requirements. Alas, on the day of the trip I had nothing packed. At 3:30 in the afternoon I madly threw things into the trailer. This is not my style.
My husband got home later than he had planned to. Then the fan belt began to tear on his truck. We left anyway headed for an auto parts store about 45 minutes away. Imagine my brain in knots as I pictured us on the side of the road. Helpless. With a 30+ foot trailer in tow. As I pushed those tumbling thoughts away a random storm kicked up. Seriously. Horizontal rain mixed with hail as wind threatened to tip us right over. Branches flew through the air as I envisioned the movie “Twister”. I could see the sun still shining on the other side. What on earth? I’m beginning to think we were ill fated for this trip. Once through the gauntlet of crazy weather I remembered everything we’d forgotten on the way as well: toothbrush, deodorant, bread, buns. Basic things. This is what being in a rush does to me.
The rest of the evening went smoothly, as well as the next day thankfully. We needed a break. We needed time away from the regular motion of life. As we sat around the fire Saturday evening we noticed several sea planes flying to the lake the campground is situated on. So we googled it. Apparently we just happened to be there at the same time as a sea plane fly-in scheduled for the next morning. “It would be cool to fly in one..” my husband stated. Coincidentally there would be a drawing for free rides. We decided to check it out.
Fast forward to my freakish uncustomary on a whim decision. As scores of people gathered around a man announcing ‘for-donation raffle tickets’ I told my husband he should sign up. He only would if I did. So two tickets in hand he made me choose mine. I knew, just knew, mine would get drawn. I told him if I won he was going in my place. Not five minutes later the first number was announced. The man in front of me raised his hand happily. The next number: “142, 142” ??? Anyone. I raised my hand in disbelief as I looked at my husband. He threw his head back and laughed out loud. Unbelievable. I took my place on the sidelines along with the other chosen few as my heart raced with possibilities. Maybe I’d love it. Maybe I’d crash and what had started as an ill-fated trip might end up horribly wrong. He must have seen the war raging on my face because as my husband approached he offered to take my place. I handed the ticket over. I walked away and watched as he was led to a waiting plane. A single tear dripped down my cheek as I realized I give half of life’s opportunities away due to my own fear…but he did want to go…and I wasn’t sure I did. In the end I’m glad he went this time, but I will not be so rash if there’s ever a next. At some point I have to give in to living a life that God wants to give me -full of uncertainties, but opportunity.