Remember when you were in third grade and someone did something stupid - you would perpendicularly slide your two index fingers together as you were whispering under your breathe "shame", "shame"? Well, I am doing that to myself as I have not make an entry in almost exactly a year. Where did the days go? Oh, I remember...doing life!!! Is that a lame excuse? No worries...I'm back and will be a bit more intentional THIS year. Three weeks into 2013, and I thought I'd introduce you to Rosey. Rosey is our new puppy...she is as cute as cute can be. A Havapoo...half Havanese and half Poodle...or if you prefer Poonese. Tomato or tomato...you choose. Let me tell you about our little dog...
Rosey is a lot like Jesus...she NEVER leaves me or forsakes me...and I mean never. If I go and wash the dishes she lays beside my feet on the rug as I wash. When I am working in my office...there she is curled up under my chair. When I go upstairs (there is a board that prevents her from going up, unless we let her.) she patiently sits at the base of the stairs looking longingly upwards until her "beloved" comes back down. And then when I return from my 3 minute absence - she jumps and flips with excitement as if I've been gone for weeks on holiday. Truly one can look at that as endearing or ridiculous...of course as her "beloved" I chose the former. If you were RR it only fuels the flame of jealousy he feels for her. Don't get me wrong...he likes her. But that's the point. He only likes her...I love her. Yes, I will admit, I love being the centre of her world. I love that fact that every morning when I come down the stairs she falls apart with enthusiasm as only a little puppy can. I love the fact that she can't begin her morning without loves and strokes and moments of endearments. I love the fact that I can understand those two big brown eyes that speak volumes to me. It's like...well... we get each other...and who doesn't love "being get"? She never complains, is always happy to see me and well, as corny as this sounds, makes me feel loved!
In some absurd, and I hope non - sacrilegious way, that't how I feel God sees me. He is ALWAYS glad to see me when I "return" to Him, He is ALWAYS pleased when I move towards Him, not so sure that He swirls in a dance for me, but I wouldn't put it past Him...cause I believe with all my heart, I am His beloved.
Truth be told...I need to be more like Rosey when it comes to my relationship with Jesus. It should be I who never leaves my Lord...following Him wherever He goes. In the mornings when I wake up...dance a jig, and enjoy moments of endearments with my Saviour.
As I write my thoughts down she is playing with her stuffy. It's a stuffed snowman she got for Christmas that squeaks when you push it's tummy. (Yes, I got her some Christmas gifts...if you press me I will admit I got her a Christmas stocking as well.) Rosey loves searching for the squeak and when she discovers it she bites and bites it over and over again. Then she throws it up in the air as if she is playing catch with an invisible someone. She tosses it in the air then with amazing patience stares at it as if in any second it will miraculously fly through the air back to her. I love it when she does that...it always makes me smile. She does it all the time and I still smile as if it is the first time I have seen her do that. Sometimes I feel like a Mom who is proud of her kid exclaiming..."Look at what my little one is doing....isn't she cute!?"
Again, I think that is how Abba looks at us. We do little things that put a smile on His face...all because He is in love with us. When we make hard choices to stand firm, keep still with our words, or courageously step out of our comfort zone for His Kingdom I believe that as a loving Dad...He heart is glad.
Dearest Abba...may I have the whimsy of Rosey and be ever so close to your heels wherever you take me.
From your Beloved,
Sue
