I turned 28 yesterday, and I couldn't have asked for a more beautiful weekend to celebrate! On Saturday we spent time at the Dells of the Eau Claire Park, checked out Red Eye Brewing, and came back home for drinks with friends. We spent Sunday at a friend’s birthday party enjoying the weather with kite flying and porch sitting.
I'm envisioning some big plans unfolding this year—childhood dreams being reignited, new paths being illuminated…oh, and we’re getting a minivan (I guess I’m officially uncool…)!
It was also Palm Sunday, and as I contemplated the gospel I wondered: did Jesus know what He was getting into? As He rode into the streets of Jerusalem surrounded by people praising Him with their whole hearts, did He anticipate the extreme pain that was just around the corner?
My contemplation called to mind walking at the park with Victor the day before. Impatiently he kept asking, “Where going?” I had a hard time getting through to him that I didn’t know where the path would go; we were just walking to enjoy the day.
And there’s the lesson I’ll try to take with me this year: Happiness is not a destination; it is a way of life. The memory of this weekend will serve as a reminder to slow down and enjoy the ride.
The LORD is my shepherd;
there is nothing I lack,
In green pastures he makes me lie down;
to still waters he leads me;
He restores my soul.
He guides me along right paths
for the sake of his name.