Last weekend, we took a quick trip to California to visit family. On Monday, we took the kids to Newport Beach. I had no intention of swimming other than sticking my toes in the water. The temperature was in the 70’s, it was windy, and the water was cold.
My first reaction was predictable. No way! Too cold. Swim by yourself. As he sat there and looked at me, I thought about how I have turned into a person who always seems to do the safe thing, the comfortable thing. When do I ever take risks anymore? When do I ever really live? When do I do the thing that isn’t the easiest choice?
Then I thought about Jennifer. Someone I’ve never met, but who God puts on my heart and in my mind so often. As I pray for her should I not also honor her by enjoying every second of life with my husband?
I looked over to my sweet Mom-in-law who lost her husband very suddenly to cancer two years ago. I miss my father-in-law every day, but I know that my pain does not compare to hers. I know that her heart must truly ache in these moments, these special moments at the beach with kids and grandkids, that he is not here. How is saying no to my husband who only wants to play, to experience life with me, honoring her?
So I changed my mind. I said yes, let’s go. We ran towards the chilly water holding hands and screaming. The first time I went under, I came up chattering. I held onto his neck and wouldn’t let go. He stared into my eyes and smiled. We were alive, and thankful.
How about you? When was the last time that you made a choice to live in the moment or to take a flying leap of faith? I would love to hear about it and even share your story if you’d let me. If you are currently living in a state of comfort, would you be inspired today to take a risk, to jump into the cold water, to feel alive?
If you had to think of one thing that you have been putting off or saying no to because it is out of your comfort zone, what would it be?