I want to be the dog in the backseat of the car in front of me--sitting behind the driver, head out the window, ears blown back, nose to the wind, taking it all in. All sniffing and seeing. Watching, looking, hearing, smelling. Awake. Wide awake. Maybe I could start small. Maybe, for just a few minutes of this one day, in this crazy-painful world, I could sit behind the driver, head out the window, ears blown back, nose to the wind, taking it all in. In the to-be-determined. In the wild wind of the not-yet.
“[C]areless in the care of God. . . . . Give your entire attention to what God is doing right now, and don’t get worked up about what may or may not happen tomorrow. God will help you deal with whatever hard things come up when the time comes.” Matthew 6:26, 34 The Message