One Hungry Soul

Heavy breathing, pleading eyes, tongue hanging loose. I feel for the black haired beautiful beast of a dog walking at my heel. On the long hot paper run we get to a street that requires a walk up and down either side, returning to the same place I start.I know the poor dog needs a rest and I want him to have one.

I lead him to a shaded spot cushioned with cool grass and instruct him to sit, stay.

I tentatively walk off towards the first letter box. I glance over my shoulder, expecting to find him following me. 

‘Good boy – stay’ I repeat when I see him hesitantly stalled under the cool tree. His eyes follow me as I walk further and further away. He keeps watch, possibly unsure of my intentions, but willing to trust.

As he sees me begin my descent towards him, he collapses comfortably into the lush grass to await my return.

This dog has more faith than me. 

Whenever God has seen my weary state and lovingly told me to sit, stay, I’ve struggled and certainly never lay down in complete contented trust in my master. How silly that rather I lean anxiously, poised for action. ‘Are you sure?’ ‘Can I trust your judgment on this one?’

I think perhaps the pup was resting assured in our strong relationship – the knowledge that I’ve always cared for him, and never abandoned him. He had the faith to know I wouldn’t leave him.

How much more can I bank on the never ending goodness and faithfulness of God? Lord, please remind me to trust you as a dog trusts his Carer.