Sunday, March 22, 2009

survival

The little puppy was thrilled to be taken for a walk. She surged ahead, eyes on the road, eager to get to exciting places. Sometimes, her master let her go where she wanted. Unfortunately, puppies don't have very good judgment. This one often found herself at dead ends (both literally and figuratively) when she chose the path.

Other times, the puppy would attempt to go places that looked good to her, but her master tugged her in a different direction. She hated that! She bit the leash and tried to shake it out of her master's hand. Her master wouldn't let go. She wondered what was the point of trying if she couldn't get where she wanted.

Her master told her that his way was better, but she couldn't see how. But, wow, it was so hard to go her own way because her master was so much stronger. Then, she realized she didn't really have a choice. Her master's will would happen whether she liked it or not.

So, she gave up her way and followed her master. Of course, the words "gave up" and "followed" are a bit misleading. She still liked her way better and she lagged horribly. Her master told her to cheer up and look at the lovely places he was taking her. She didn't care though. It wasn't her way and she was discontent. Eyes on the ground, she walked as slow as possible and imagined life the way it was "supposed to" be.

She couldn't last though. Surely life couldn't be as awful as it seemed. Deep down inside, she knew it was her own fault she was miserable. She could enjoy the walk that her master was taking her on, but she was refusing to.

Eventually, her master had her sit down. Trying to walk with her in this state was pointless. Seated and unable to move, the puppy looked into her master's eyes. Then, she understood. The only way to get any where in life was to focus her eyes on her master.

She could pull at, bite, or lag on her leash, but it wouldn't make a difference. Her master was in charge. As long as she paid attention to him, she didn't have to meet dead ends, get caught in rebellion, or lost in misery.

The puppy resolved to focus on her master for ever and always.

However, puppies don't always learn quickly. This one got distracted from her master so many times it was embarrassing. She really did love her master and wanted to please him.

She thought her master would give up on her, but he didn't. No matter how many times she got distracted, he was there ready to sit her down again. No matter how unworthy she was, she didn't have to earn her master's love. No matter how hard it was to return to her master's side, looking into her master's eyes was the only way to survive.

Here is a trustworthy saying:
If we died with him,
we will also live with him;
if we endure,
we will also reign with him.
If we disown him,
he will also disown us;
if we are faithless,
he will remain faithful,
for he cannot disown himself.
2 Timothy 2: 11 - 13

Tuesday, March 3, 2009

dogs

Dogs are a wonderful part of creation. My dog is a particularly wonderful part of my life.

It doesn't matter how I am feeling: my dog is there for me. Sometimes, she is very busy sleeping, but I can pet her gently and admire the peace she has. Other times, my sadness arouses her compassion and her slobber mixes with my tears. I would like to avoid the slobber part, but that's how she shows she cares. Still other times, I need a friend to hang out with. In between throwing a toy for her, I dance to the music on the radio.

I love having some one there for me all the time. My dog doesn't judge me or even seem to get tired of me. If I dumped all my burdens on her, it wouldn't make her depressed. In fact, she would just love me more.

Sometimes I forget about her or think she is an unneeded hassle. I have "more important" things to do. But, it doesn't last long. She has a way of squeezing herself back into my life. She reminds me of the great relationship and the fun we used to have, so I reform... again and try to spend the time with her that she deserves.

I often choose to ignore her until times are difficult. I run to her when I need her. It isn't very nice, but she is still there for me, no matter what.

God is a wonderful creator. My Savior is a wonderful part of my life.

God teaches me so much about Himself by having me observe the dog He's give me.

God loves, no matter what. More than that, he speaks. My dog is confined to eternal silence. My God corrects, admonishes, and encourages me. God and I share the ability to communicate in words.

Eventually, my dog won't live here any more. She will go on to harder, greater things in life. But my Friend will always be here. Nothing will take Him from my side.

What a friend we have in Jesus,
all our sins and griefs to bear!
What a privilege to carry
everything to God in prayer!
O what peace we often forfeit,
O what needless pain we bear,
all because we do not carry
everything to God in prayer.
{and hope does not put us to shame}