We arrive at the field. Their noses are urgently pressed to the window. I open the car door and Mia goes flying out to the left, Daisy to the right. Both are hot onto the scent of….who knows what.
To my dogs, this place is heaven. These acres of gorgeous rolling meadows with wide paths mowed out, curving to the left and then gently flowing right. Here Mia and Daisy get to be what they were born to do: hunt.
So Mia bounds like a deer—all 100 pounds—through the tall grass off the mowed path, looking to unearth any unsuspecting birds, running crazy patterns just to release her energy. When she flushes out pheasants or other wild fowl and they take flight, she holds her head a little higher, her gait becomes a little faster, and her tail wags a little more merrily. Yes, she is the pheasant warrior.
Daisy, on the other hand, thinks she is the vole ninja. Her nose is to the ground ready to dig up any varmint that might just have the misfortune to make his way towards the surface. If he is on the surface already, well, he is probably out of luck.
I continue on the mowed path, enjoying the beautiful scenery. I am able to think uninterrupted, and it is a great time to offer up requests and praise to the Creator. I check occasionally for Mia’s black furry tail sticking above the tall wild grass, usually ahead of me, and Daisy’s ferociously waging white rope of a tail, usually behind me.
When either gets too far away from me, I call out to them. Normally, they are pretty obedient dogs. And both have great dispositions. But, sometimes they are so enthralled with the task at hand, they ignore my call. Or they wait what feels like eternity to come.
And the further away they get from me, the more they seem to disobey.
It is quite irritating and disappointing when this happens. Now, I will have to leash them up until I can trust them to come when I call. Don’t they know I have their best interest in mind?
One day when I was feeling particularly livid towards my wayward pets, I heard that still small voice, strong, yet loving. You know the one.
“You are like Mia and Daisy.”
Of course my first instinct was to argue. Then my spirit softened and guilt washed over me. I agreed with this truth and repented, seeking His ever-present help.
God created us for a purpose. He has wired us for certain tasks.
And He wants us to go about those tasks. But when we get so caught up in what’s immediately consuming our attention that we stop hearing God’s voice—or worse yet, hearing but willingly disobeying—we are the ones that lose out.
God loves us. He has our best interest in mind. May we continue to draw near to Him, to listen and obey His voice as we go about our daily tasks.
My sheep listen to my voice; I know them, and they follow me.
Be careful to obey all these regulations I am giving you, so that it may always go well with you and your children after you, because you will be doing what is good and right in the eyes of the Lord your God. Deuteronomy 12:28
I will hasten and not delay to obey your commands.
For it is not those who hear the law who are righteous in God’s sight, but it is those who obey the law who will be declared righteous.