STOP ACTING like DOGS

This morning both the "boys" were jumping and chewing on each other and then on me. They run and charge each other, rolling on the floor barking. Once again they jump up chasing each other from room to room. Today was no different. However, this morning my agenda was full. I had no time to play with them, and each time they barked and jumped on me I became less patient. Finally I yelled at them. "Stop acting like dogs." Wait a minute. They are dogs. What am I doing? I closed my Bible. Walked to the cupboard where their leashes are. Bailey stood with that little Westie foot poised, waiting. I mentioned the word, walk, and they spun in circles, ready to go. We never mention the word "walk", unless we mean it. We usually have to spell it, but there are some days I think Bailey understands that too. The door slammed behind me, reminding me I was leaving my cell phone and computer. I have so much to do today, Lord. The sun beat down on my face and the birds were singing on the wire above the house. They seemed to be singing, "it's okay, you won't be gone long, enjoy this beauty the Lord has provided for you this morning." Both the "boys" were gingerly marking their territory as we headed for the lake. Their favorite place to go. Sunshine, rain, wind or heat of the day, they love the lake. Normally I turn them loose once we get there, but someone mentioned spotting a "tiny" alligator in the lake a month or so ago. In my minds eye, I can't picture a "tiny" alligator. Even though I have never seen it, I couldn't let them off the leash. I think Bailey could get away, but Meko, the little three-pounder would probably be "lunch". They didn't object to remaining on the leash, though Bailey tugged for a moment. We walked close to the waters edge, each of them getting their feet wet. Bailey explored and sniffed every inch of the beach. He was under the dock, around the steps, and back on the other side. Meko, not wanting to be left out, was right behind "his brother." As I watched them, and tried sometimes in vain to keep their leashes from becoming tangled, I realized how Meko followed Bailey. Meko wasn't afraid of anything. As long as Bailey checked it out, Meko followed very closely. It reminded me of my own life. How many times I "don't check things out". Because someone I know, and trust said it was okay, I follow along. And what is it, what's the criteria for "following" someone? Do we just follow along because it's fun? Or it seems like the right thing to do? Or is it more than that? In Meko's case, I don't think he really cares. He just wants to be with Bailey. It took me a long time not to just "follow" along. Most of the time I know where I'm going. I always know who I'm following. And I know why I try to follow HIM. Sunday I read a book written by Wm. Paul Young, The Shack. If you haven't read this work of fiction, I recommend it. I couldn't put it down. It answers many questions in a way I've never thought of. He's a fabulous writer and story teller. Let me know what you think.

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