Ever notice how a dog can sit for hours on a porch just watching the world go by. There are no existential puzzles to solve, or complex identity narratives to sort out, nothing to prove, and no other place to be. That is a dog that is well fed and belong. The master lives inside. Its that simple.
What about us humans?
I wish it were that simple, but we have self-isolating egos, self-constructed identities, and disordered loves to navigate. What happened to just food and belonging?
What if we took more time each day to just sit on the porch of our lives, accepting our humanity, our position and place in the world, and then began to realize how deeply we already do belong and are loved.
Where is that place where we can hear God say: “I am pleased to dwell with you”?