I love walking Peanut for my neighbors. He looks like a peanut. He must be a poodle-terrier mix. What I love about walking Peanut is how he leads. I walk when I’m supposed to walk; I stop when I’m supposed to stop. He walks. He stops. He smells things. He goes to the bathroom.
I didn’t realize how much I love being led. I love not making decisions. I love stopping sometimes and even going in strange directions.
In this life of faith, I remember again the wonder of being led and not driven.