
I don't write all this to brag about how good my screwball dog is. It was just interesting to me that she had free reign in a doggie dreamland, a place where I honestly wanted her to run off and discover the world for awhile, and yet, she was certain that wherever I was going was her best option. Sure those woods may have loads of exotic poo to eat and marinate herself in, but she was more interested in sticking close. That made me feel good (in a healthy way I think). It also made me think about God.
I wonder if God feels "good" when I choose to stick close to him. I wonder what it does for him when my actions prove that I'm certain wherever he's going is my best option. Will he take me to better places as a result of my trust? Will he invite me and include me more often? Will he have confidence to take risks with me that he didn't years ago? I'm not really sure. I'm also not really sure I have that level of trust. Do I really believe that where he's going is better? Do I live to be invited? Did my rubberlegged dog teach me something last night? Indeed she did. She's a good lil' dog.
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This post makes me grateful for a God who loves when we draw close even after we've been rolling in shit for a time. Thanks Brad.
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