The rain drops racing down the back window of the car blurred the
vision of my short mother, madly waving goodbye, completely oblivious to the
rain soaking her body. We turned out of
the driveway and her image became just a speck in the distance. I turned
looking forward but the rain drops hitting the window panes, which then morphed
into endless streams, prevented me from shaking off the reality of my mother's tears
which poured down her visage.
"This was a new beginning! " I smiled to myself. As my eyes absorbed the familiar houses,
buildings, people, cars, trees, red telephone boxes and pillar boxes which I
had taken for granted, I heard a quiet whisper "Your life will never be the
same again," and it was true; my
life has never been the same since the day I said goodbye.
To say that there is never a dull moment in my life is an
understatement. Not a day has gone by
without some event taking place. Jed is
mostly to blame for this.
Dodging fire-burning tire Sandinistas, the copious cop-stopping events,
dragging drunken bodies into church, out-of-petrol hitch-hiking tribulations,
mall butt slapping accounts, inviting drugged up strangers to live with us in
our humble abode, packing up house and moving quickly like clicking fingers,
tree chopping lucha-pool fun...the list is perpetual.
"OMG Liz, did this really happen?" People following Jed's
facebook status updates often ask curiously checking the validity of his words.
And apart from the odious lies about me not being willing to share my latest,
precious block of Cadbury's chocolate, I have to honestly say that the rest of
it is true.
When I met Jed, I was instantly attracted to his impulsive,
out-of-the-box approach to life. He would
think up the craziest things to do and he never allowed people or circumstances
to prevent him from achieving them. "oooh he's zany, spontaneous and
carefree" I cooed, as I threw on a pair of shoes so I could run off and
get hitched to this wacky fella.
This August will mark our 16th year anniversary and I'd be fibbing if I
said I've always cooed those words. At
times this man known as husband has quite often been the bain of my
existence! "Grrrr... he's zany,
spontaneous and carefree," I'd harp on to friends willingly listening to
my frustrations.
Jed's decisions have certainly tested my own faith in God and forced me
to go deeper in my faith... "We could get robbed, stopped, put-in-jail,
lose everything, gain nothing, get hurt, have an accident, die even...." But
Jed's faith-filled actions just grin at my physical fears, and God's faithfulness
and glory continues to blow my mind.
"He just lacks common-sense" I've uttered seconds after Jed has
announced the next crazy plan of the day, whether it be moving countries with
only 10 days notice, deciding on a whim to transport rocks the size of
Stonehenge in our 12 year old Nimbus, or picking up drugged up teenagers from
the side of the road and plopping them next to my precious adolescent daughters.
God uses Jed to challenge my very core.
Do I really believe? Do I really
trust? Do I really surrender all? Do I really store up treasures in heaven or
do I value more earthly materialism?
"Let's not allow our physical fears to hinder us from what God has
called us to do" Jed urges, twitching as he waits for the okay from my
side before he plunges into the next never-a-dull-moment chapter in our life.
For some reason, I received the preconceived notion that God equaled common
sense. Yet the Bible is riddled with
stories of the people we hail as faith-filled acting without an ounce of common
sense in their body. Just recently my
spirit has been prompted to carefully read between the lines and point out the
moment these heroes crossed over from acting out of common sense to entering the
absurd.
It's difficult to grasp just how much they had to say goodbye to common
sense as we know the full story. We tend to focus on the success of the event yelling
out "Gloria a Dios," but fail to see just how much their actions
would have gone against wise prudent advice.
Noah and his boat is classic: He used all his time and energy to build
this boat when it hadn't ever rained and there were no signs of a drop on its
way. What a waste of resources, family
time, and lack of common sense!
Moses' mother who knowingly sends her precious baby boy floating down
the Nile into the hands of the murderous king's daughter. If that wasn't stupid
I don't know what was! I can imagine the words I'd have to say to her before I
knew it would all work out for the glory of God!
David facing Goliath, Gideon reducing the size of the army, Moses
hitting a rock for water, not to mention
Jesus himself with all the miracles he performed and his strange expectations
of his disciples.
They all had two things in common; they trusted God and said goodbye to
common sense.
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