I noticed last night as my husband ran and I followed on bike just how beautiful everything looks right now. Cane and corn are growing strong here (many crops were knocked out by storms this summer). But we have been fortunate.
Then the storm came. So I grabbed my Canon PowerShot and we drove around, taking pictures.
Sometimes it is these simple adventures, or ideas, that remind me why I fell in love with my husband almost seven years ago.
September commemorates when we began dating (after a football game at the college I attended), and a few years later when he proposed.
One of the reasons we were attracted to each other is our mutual competitive nature. Not in all things, but often anything athletic.
I remember the first time we parked next to a line of bales, and he challenged me to a race across them.
I knew I couldn’t make the jumps across the bales or run as fast as he, so on the other side of the stacked bales, I jumped off and ran on the ground.
When he got to the end and saw me there, his eyes lit up like Christmas morning. He couldn’t believe I beat him.
It’s these stormy summer nights I love my husband very much. I love what he does, I love he is a country man, I love that God created him this way.
While driving around, I shared with him the storyline of the book Till We Have Faces by C.S. Lewis.
In the book, the beautiful sister, Psyche, shares a secret with her older, ugly sister Orual.
Her secret is: “I have always – at least, ever since I can remember – had a longing for death.” (The sister looks at her, appalled.)
Psyche continues, “No, no, not that kind of longing. It was when I was happiest that I longed most. It was on happy days when we were up there on the hills, with the wind and the sunshine … the color and the smell … And because it was so beautiful, it set me longing, always longing. Somewhere else there must be more of it.”
There must be more
Have you ever had that feeling, of realizing there is something, Someone, so much bigger than you in this world? It overwhelms your heart. It almost hurts. I know it is possible anywhere, because joy and love like this, the type that overflows the heart, is not limited to the country life. But perhaps the country offers the quiet stillness to notice.
I asked him when he gets this feeling. He just smiled.