While the dogs were running around at a nearby park thick with surrounding woods, I called to them as it was time to skedaddle. Work to do. A growling stomach to fill.
As usual, one was delinquent. This time it was Daisy. I'm pretty sure that every night after I go to bed they do rock, paper, scissors—a doggie version of course—to determine whose turn it is to tune me out.
So my 90-pound newfie mix and I trudged back to the car. I gave Mia her treat for listening and got her settled comfortably in the car with the windows down. I called again to Daisy and was about to get in the car to drive closer when she bounded out of the woods.
She came to a baseball diamond fence, however, and was just not sure what to do. The fence was standing between her and me. She looked at me expectantly across the distance.
Then she looked to the left and to the right. "Come Daisy!" I yelled.
She's a pretty bright dog, so I thought she'd figure it out. She started walking along the fence. "You got this Daisy! Good girl!" I encouraged. But after a few more steps she stopped and walked back.
Then she started digging. I think she was too tired from running around the woods like a caffeinated ninja to keep this up for long so she stopped again and looked up at me. I tried encouraging her again. I really wanted her to figure this out instead of bailing her out.
She tried walking the other direction. Then stopped and turned around and came back to her "spot."
She was just getting more bewildered, and she continued to pant. So she just stood in one spot and kept looking my direction.
So I started off towards the fence. When I got there, I reached over and pet her and reassured her. Then I started walking as I said, "Come on Daisy. Follow me." She was confused at first because I was walking away from the car. It was not where she was expecting to head, but it was what we had to do for her to get around what separated us. Finally she followed me.
When the fence ended, Daisy bounded around the end with joy as we headed back to the car and to her glorious home where she knew a rawhide waited and she would be pampered like the loved pup she is.
I sometimes feel like Daisy though. I get stuck. I know my Father is out there but am not sure how to get to him. Or I know what I need to do in my life but am not sure exactly how to do it. I am one that can be consumed by the details or overwhelmed by the obstacles.
I picture God cheering me on, "You got this!" Or the Holy Spirit whispering, "You've been given everything you need for godly living. Just walk and I will help guide you."
Sometimes I'm a slow study though. I still stand there confused.
So he reaches down even more and guides and reassures me. Whether it is through a trusted and loving friend. Or a timely Scripture. Or just feeling his comforting presence in a bigger way.
Sometimes he leads me in a direction I wasn't expecting, and I just need to trust and keep walking like Daisy trusted me. And the longer I live the more I do trust him, as he has shown himself trustworthy.
Later that morning for my devotions I read from Bob Goff's book, Everybody Always:
"Jesus never had a problem with people who knew their shortcomings; He didn't tolerate people who faked it. Once we get real with where we actually are and our desperate need for Him, He's got a person he can do something with… God isn't shaking His head in disapproval as we make our way toward Him. He's got his arms outstretched, welcoming us home to him with love… He doesn't grimace at our failures; he delights in our attempts."
Lord, I need you. Always. Thank you for being such a loving, patient and good God.
"My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness." 2 Corinthians 12:9
"God is our refuge and strength, an ever-present help in trouble." Psalm 46:1