I do have a random, adventurous side to me also and I’ve been trying to tap into this part of me lately. In fact, I had a great opportunity to exercise this part of me a little while ago.
My family took a quick trip to the coast a couple of months ago. We just love breathing the crisp air and being present with the waves crashing so close. The weather was perfect…low 60’s and basically no wind…pretty darn rare for the Oregon coast! It was fantastic!
On our first evening in Seaside, we headed off on our usual walk downtown. It’s a simple tradition that we love….strolling by all of the cool houses, peaking inside as the lights illuminate different families bustling about. There’s also a little wall that follows alongside the main concrete path leading downtown (also called the prom) and it runs parallel to the ocean, which also doubles as a balance beam for all of us to navigate and wobble on…pretty fun.
It was a picture-perfect night. The sky was oddly clear and the number of stars was staggering! Neither my wife nor my boys had ever been down on the sand when it was dark, so I randomly decided to change that…I quickly veered off onto a side path that led to the beach, hoping that they would follow….fortunately they did! My poor family tends to humor my craziness, which I appreciate!
As we cautiously headed down the dark, grassy, lightless path to the beach, only the moon and stars (and the flashlight on our phones ) guided our way. All that could be heard was the comforting rumble of crashing waves. The only thing that we could see was the white, rolling tide, patiently ebbing and flowing onto the sand with confidence and consistency.
So, instead of walking further, we planted our butts on the soft sand, laid down and observed the bright, God-confetti in the sky. It was a humbling, intoxicating feeling to stare at the wonder of God’s universe. The unlimited swath of stars almost made me dizzy and the twinkles…oh man, the twinkles….like the sky was going to swallow us up in all it’s majesty! It was one of those rare moments where time slowed down and I felt amazingly alive…..and small. Grateful.
Here’s the thing, if we would have continued on our normal walk, we would have missed that amazing experience. Sure, we would have still enjoyed ourselves like always, but I believe God’s invitation into something beautiful would have been missed. I’m glad we accepted it.
I’m learning that it’s ok to veer off life’s path here and there (in a random, responsible kind of way). In fact, sometimes the best stories are made off of that safe, consistent path.
It’s so easy to become a robot, mindlessly doing the same things day after day. Tunnel vision can be routine’s best friend sometimes, causing us to look straight ahead, all the while, beautiful things are happening all around us.
Don’t get me wrong, routine is great for some people BUT allowing God room to work amidst the anticipation and uncertainty of new things often reaps great rewards.
You see that straight, clean path in front of you? I challenge you to choose a different route, veering off in a direction that gives your stomach butterflies. Even if it’s something small…text that friend, take the scenic drive home, buy someone a coffee, stop and actually smell the roses, go downtown and hug a homeless person, go explore that new trail, order an IPA instead of a Porter, share Jesus with somebody….whatever it is for you, GO DO IT!
I’m slowly learning something important: adventure = a flavorful story. Every. Single. Time.