I was thinking about my dog the other day. He is more trouble than he’s worth. He steals our socks. He chews my underwear. He pees everywhere in the house even though he’s potty trained. He has health issues that result in an expensive surgery every 3 years or so!
I have regretted getting this dog. My husband didn’t want a dog. I wanted my son to grow up with a beloved dog, as I did. But it is more work than I was expecting.
He has to be kept inside for he would run away should the door be left open. He barks at the neighbor’s dog every time they go for a walk. He gets overly excited when people come over, barking, running, and jumping up on them.
When we got the dog, the deal was my son was to take care of him. You know, feed him, take him for walks, pick up the poop, etc. Does my son do these things? Not exactly. He may feed in the evening but that’s it! The rest is left up to the busiest person in the family. Guess who that is? Yes, me!
Why do I tell you all this? As I thought about all the trouble this dog is, I began thinking about how much trouble and heartache I must be to God.
Seriously, for all the complaints against my dog there are hundreds or thousands more that could be said of me! I am not always faithful to God. I take on too much and don’t ask for help. I do things I shouldn’t. I sin. I mess things up all the time.
But God doesn’t want to get rid of me, as I might want to get rid of my dog. This only proves to me how much higher God’s thoughts are than mine! God is so good. I am not.
So having this divine intervention, I think I’ll be a little nicer to my dog. : – )
Thanks for letting me share.