We have had our adopted dog Blue since January. And he is family and knows how things work and his place. He is house trained (thank God!) and leash trained and we do one or two long walks a day and about 4 very short walks. We go to the dog park every day or two also to let him run without a leash and just break loose. He eats well, drinks filtered water, is very healthy now with a shiny, soft coat, has a comfy dog bed, sleeps in my son’s room, etc. All this, and he still bolted for a squirrel, got loose from my grip and continued into the only woods on our walking route and had to be caught. Ran like a wild animal with no family that needed to eat that squirrel to live or something.
He is still a wild animal through it all. He is programmed to survive.
And I got to thinking about that. What separates tame from wild? Circumstances? Timing? Breeding?
What about people? What separates Godly from ungodly? Circumstances? Timing? Family upbringing?
For people, it is more. We have the power within our minds to reason and choose morality. We also can ask God for more wisdom and strength when times get tough. This is our God-given built-in, our brain.
And if we stay close to God and choose morality and reason, there is no problem we can not overcome. This is true personally, as a family, as a business, as a state, as a nation, as the kingdom of God.
This is hope, friends. Praise God!😄❤
We have now had three visits to the new to us (about one year old) dog park that is just 10 minutes from our house in bad traffic. So exciting. Our dog is living to run free off his leash, something our annoying HOE does not allow (I mean, we could use a few less stray cats lol). And it is good we all are running around with him. He is impressively fast! He was running alongside a greyhound mix and was inching ahead of him. He is just super fast.
And I miss that. I miss living on the farm with a 14-acre yard and a 250-acre field to run wild with the dogs through. So, here is my theory. If I can ever buy some land again, I will. And if I can’t in this life, I will ask God for some field time in heaven. Lol.
For now, the dog park is our new best friend.❤
We had a gig tonight and my son’s dad messed up our weekends again so Blue (our dog) had to come with us to the gig. The gig was 7pm-11pm in Kissimmee, so was a late night for all of us, especially when the kids and Blue are in bed by 9pm. So I had no idea how it would all work out. And Blue was great, and after much prayer that he would not try to eat any tiny dogs, he was fine all night. And he got a bunch of attention and love also… so glad we got him bathed before we went. A great night and I am thankful. God is good at helping with huge things and these little tiny details. Praise God!😄❤
So finally, after years of false promises and expectations, my husband relented and has finally agreed to get a dog (or at least begin the search) for our family. Yay!!! Praise God for answered prayer!! So, we are headed to the SPCA to see who fits us and needs love as much as we do. I have been praying for the right furry friend fit for our crazy crew and busy schedule, that we can have him tag along most of the time. So my excitement is very real. I was raised with dogs and always a cat on the farm and have not had a dog since going away to college in 1992. Yes, way too long and yes, I am old. Lol 😄 So I am ready to love a new adopted little puppy and am eager to get there with my even more eager kids.
Got me thinking, as everything always does, about our adoption. We who are blessed to be Christians are adopted the moment of salvation into God’s loving family. And He often has to wait a long time for us. And oh how He loves us and wants us close to Him but patiently waits for the timing to be in agreement. And how joyful He is when we finally agree to be adopted by the King of Kings and Lord of Lords. Am I the only one who thinks that is so amazingly cool? Something beautiful to think about.😄❤
A neglected little girl sat alone on a hill in the gently blowing breeze of a summer day. Alone as she was accustomed to, she prayed and praised and worshiped God who loves her. She knew Him so well because she had so much time alone. And one day, after praying yet again for someone to love, she sees before her a stray dog. The dog is investigating who she is and needs a home and food. Knowing full well the pain of hunger and homelessness, she takes in the stray to her modest shack. The stray seems at home, though still disappears some nights. But she is happy for family and to have someone to love who needs her. One day, the stray does not come home. She looks and it has chosen a home down the street in a nicer part of town, as it is still a wild animal after all. The girl is heartbroken. Her new family, her dog she poured herself into for so long, her semi constant companion is gone, decided to throw her away and mock her careful care, another rejection in a long line of them. She thought he had been her gift from God, sent as she was praying to Him. Alone now, she mourns, she cries, part of her dies. And yet, there is a memory that returns. Her alone time with God on her hill. She had not been to that hill since she had brought the stray home. She remembered days past spending time just talking to God for hours, Him being the only One she could rely on so often. And it hit her that God missed her. He had given her the stray dog to show her He loved her so she would feel deeper love and appreciation for God, and here she had let the dog become her everything and her appreciation for the dog took over her appreciation for the Giver of the dog. So she understood. As she was feeling appreciation to God and spending time with Him again on her hill, she saw another gift from God on the hill, a sweet new friend. And she treasured her new friend but always first appreciated the God who provided her friend. The little girl always found time to be alone on the hill in the gentle breeze with God from that day on, never taking for granted the gift but especially the Giver of gifts. And she lived happily ever after.
My Grandparents had a black lab/dobermin mix named Sheba on the farm in SW Michigan. She was gorgeous and looked just like a big black lab, I rode her as a child around the yard. We were buddies. She shared her doghouse with me and I shared lots of back scratches with her, her favorite thing. She had the kindest eyes you can imagine and a tail that wagged happy to see me but if too close could feel like a whip. When Grandpa and Grandma passed and we moved onto the farm, we inherited Sheba. She was rally my dog, since I was outside the most, and because of the tail situation and the farm’s muddiness, she was strictly an outside dog. So she would help me in the garden by sitting politely on the vegetables and help mom out with her flowers by freshly pressing them every day with her big tummy and she would only bark if someone new came o to the property. However, she had her heroic and quite amazing deeds as well that I am writing down to celebrate. She allowed us to have corn because she kept every sneeky racoon and every hungry deer in the woods away from our rows of corn. She cornered opossum and chased them away before they could harm anyone or anything. She was my constant companion on long runs through the woods and fields. She knew the way and led me several times in the dark when I lost track of time. She walked with me to McCoy Creek park and swam in the creek with me. We had a beautiful friendship. And of course there was the one time she saved my life. We were almost to McCoy Creek one summer day after chores to cool off and three big dogs came running after us with snarls and barks, up to no good at all. Before I could even tell her to, she grew about two feet of hair and faced those three aggressive dogs singlehandedly. They decided she wasn’t worth trying and turned tail and ran off. I gave her my steak that night for supper as a reward. So, rest well in doggie heaven, my beautiful Sheba, most loved and noble of friends! I still remember and love you!