Adopting a dog from the SPCA with heartworm has affected my empathy and mothering skills. After 2 days, I love our furry friend and he is one of the family. We have to exercise him a little but without stress or strain, have to give him medicine twice a day before his first shot Thursday and keep him very calm after that for a month. It is deliberate care, intentional love. We knew going in he was sick. And we love him all the more for it. We know it is up to God through thr medicine to heal him or not. We love him and he is very loved until we know for certain if it is forever or not.
And I think that is how it is with God. I understand that better. He really loves us and adopts everyone who humbly asks Him to. He knows we are iffy. He knows we may screw up, knows we may reject treatment or choose to run away. He loves us all the more when we really try to please Him, as when Blue tries to please us. It is endearing. We accept him as He is, hoping to nurse him to health, and God must feel that way with us, accepting us as we are and hoping to nurse us and love us to greater health and joy wanting the best life for us. I get it now. And I praise God and love Him all the more for it.❤❤❤