Today is March 24th, Palm Sunday, the day of Jesus’ triumphal entry into Jerusalem.
I am out early with Sheba for our walk. The world is amazingly bright and warm, the snow reflecting the sun’s light and warmth. It is a winter wonderland. I try to reflect back God’s goodness. It is not a difficult task in the morning hours of the day. Not too many souls out and about, giving off bad vibes.
So I saunter along with Sheba, exploring God’s kingdom. I allow Sheba to sniff here and there, scratching through the snow. She rolls in the snow to her heart’s content. After all, it is Sunday and every dog needs her day, too.
It is good to relax, not to be so hard on myself. I once try to live my life according to a formula and discovered that it just didn’t work…no matter how hard I tried, even when I put the square pegs into the square holes and the round ones into round holes. Someone dare to throw in pegs of a different shape. I think that must have been God.
I reckon that there must be reasons for life being not perfect, not according to a formula. I am learning to look at things from both sides, up and down and all around. There is relief in being flawed, in being human. There is always something to strive for, something to work towards. Is that what they call life purpose?