My dog is always VERY excited to see any of her family when we walk through the door, whether we are out of the house for hours or ten minutes. She starts spinning around and leaping in the air when she hears even a hint of sound coming from the mud room. Her entire body wags as soon as any of us come into view. She just wants to be in our presence because she knows how much we love her and take care of her. Her well-being is the most important thing to all of us, and we love her so much.
In contrast to her excited greetings, she is extremely relaxed and peaceful around at home. She is a rescue from Alabama, so it took a bit of time for her to trust us, but now she is fully acclimated to both our family and the Northeast. In the evenings, she usually snuggles up to one of us and falls into a blissful deep sleep.
She is also learning to listen when we speak. This skill is based on trust, correction, and treats. It takes time and patience on our part, but we gladly give both to help her because, again, we love her. We give her the best of who we are because there was nothing but love for her form the beginning.
So, all this got me thinking and asking myself some questions. Do I react in a similar way being in the presence of my God? Am I so excited when I open my eyes in the morning that He is there and was watching over me while I slept that I cannot contain my joy? Do I concentrate on how much He does for me every day? Do I really think about how much He loves me, or do I mostly take that for granted?
Do I find peace and rest in knowing He is holding me in His arms always?
Do I appreciate how patient God is with me when He is trying to teach me a lesson? Do I listen because I have learned to trust Him, or do I still need a "treat" to pay attention?
God gave His best, His one and only Son, for me solely because He loved me from the beginning.
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Dyno is certainly your little piece of heaven here on earth. She gives selflessly and her only focus Is all of you. I am so happy God sent her to be yours.
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