Methinks I’m not as smart as a donkey.
Donkeys take their time.
Look where they are going.
Do not trip over the same stone twice.
Circle around pitfalls and ditches.
Avoid uneven terrain.
Finally, they listen to orders.
And then there’s me.
I tend to rush.
And leave cupboard doors open.
Especially the door where the dog food lives.
And time after time after time –
I rush to feed them.
Open the door.
Take out the food.
Leave the door open.
Door still open.
I turn, fast, and –
I hit my expensive OTC (over the counter) knee on the door.
One would think because it’s artificial it wouldn’t hurt.
As I limp away I promise myself to be more careful next time.
I might even remember. A couple of times.
But sooner or later I’m going to do it again.!
That “something” we do because we are not paying attention.
Aren’t we fortunate that there’s something called -
And it’s ours for the asking?
But back to that humble donkey.
That carried our Lord into Jerusalem on his final triumphant ride.
He took his time.
He looked where he was going.
He avoided places where he could stumble.
He didn’t rush.
Finally, he listened to commands from the Lord.
And stepped on a bed of palm branches. Sharing the joy of being with the Lord.
I’m forthwith going to try to be more like a donkey.
Food for thought there.
Cyber hugs and blessings all.
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