I've been working up the courage to actually post today's blog. I'm not the biggest fan of butterflies, but every single day since I started, one has floated past me narrowly missing my face each time, or so it feels. Every single time, my thoughts instantly turn toward Peppermint Patty and the comic strip series in which a butterfly lands on her nose, and she perceives it to be a kiss from an angel.
Now, in case you are unfamiliar with me or my other blog, let me explain that God and I have this thing called "nose kisses." It's pretty personal, but it refers to those moments when I sense him nudging me and saying, "Look! That's just for you. I love you a lot!"
In reflecting over the last five years in Germany (one of my stated goals for this trip), I have been struck by the number of nose kisses and expressions of his love I've been partial to. He knows the way to my heart has always been through adventure: the beauty and mystery of an unknown place, the compulsion to trade my comfort zone for a memory I'll cherish forever. Even though trudging alone on the camino day after day doesn't feel all that exciting - figuring out creative ways to shower in a tiny stall with all my clothes in it is really something I could do without - the daily butterfly reminds me that this is, in fact, an adventure God called me to because he is in the business of expressing his love for me. A pretty big nose kiss, if you ask me.
And that's nothing compared to the daily reminder each church topped with its cross is. The ultimate expression of God's love is visible to me over and over again in the cross of Christ. Without his death and the forgiveness of my sins, all of life would be purposeless, how much more so the Camino. But Jesus did take my place and my crown, as a song I listened to this morning said, and I get to have this direct access to God and a relationship in which he woos me with butterflies and nose kisses. What an adventure indeed!
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