Lessons from a Cow

Do you know how cows get lost? They put their heads down and start munching. They nibble away at the grass below their feet, slowly meandering this way and that. Without pause or thought they snack their way into unknown lonely territory.

I think people are a lot like cows. 

It's so easily to duck our heads and stumble along, not thinking to glance up and check our location. I don't think people get lost in a hurry. They get lost one small step at a time. Without consciously stepping with purpose I get lost. I get swept away in the daily menial tasks of life and I forget to live.

I figure the key to not getting lost is to remain found—and that is exactly what I intend to do this semester. I begin this wide eyed, purposeful walk with a few directives, goals, or destinations in mind.

I want to tell stories. I want to tell others stories with gratitude and share my own story with bravery. I will live as a gracious participant, not an unwilling victim. I plan to laugh—a lot. I intend to live unashamed, but with the humility that only grace can afford. I will let my tears fall to water the soil of new adventures. I hope to ask for forgiveness often, and give forgiveness freely. I will drink lots of coffee, I'm sure. I want to breathe a little deeper and listen to the wonder of my own heart beating. I will try to be kind. I plan to read on my own, but share tea with friends. I will practice treating myself with reverence, respect, honor and awe. 

I want to make a beautiful story with my life—showing others that life is meaningful.