Sit....Stay....

So, I feel like we are a lot like Dogs. Sounds random, and it kinda is, but let me explain. Ever since I got my little Charlie Dog I feel like I am learning more about the Lord through this little pup. I have the attention span of my little dog sometimes. I see something shiny and I run toward it. I see a cat/ nice piece of tail (haha) and I run after it. I make poor choices because of distraction, and just like I do to Charlie when he starts to run away from me, the Lord is calling us back. “Wait!” “Don’t go in the Street!” “That is going to hurt you!” All these warnings but yet we run. We run until we cant see our master anymore and we have lost our way. We made it across a busy street but now that we are trying to find out way home it seems more like a huge chasm. We try hard to listen for our masters voice so we know which way to go, but it seem like you can’t hear anything but the sound of cars rushing by as you dodge them trying not to get hit. I feel like that is right where Satan wants. Far enough away so that we are too overwhelmed and too distracted to find out way home to our master who loves us. Our master is way more patient with us than I am with Charlie Dog though. I give up or get angry. I get frustrated that my Dog won’t listen and obey me when I am standing right next him. I have to remember though that my dog doesn’t understand. Just like sometimes we don’t understand why. Why do I have this struggle? Why can’t I have this job? This relationship? This control? That is where the patience and grace of our Lord is so sweet. He is always there to encourage and give understanding if we will take a moment and listen. Even if we are so far off the path that we are suppose to be on. The Lord is faithfully calling us home. If we listen for that still small voice and follow, we will find our way back. Through obedience and patience, the voice of our master gets louder and we get closer to home, to safety, to a good life where we are provided for and loved. Although the distractions of this life are many and it is not easy to stay away, we have to realize that all they really lead to are death. They are a steady poison that sneaks up and destroys from the inside. I am so thankful for a Master of loves me enough to bring me home. To call me in the midst of my poor choices and continually point me back to where I need to be. To help with the process of getting home and to rejoice at my return. The story of the Prodigal Son that most all of us have lived at some point in our lives. So lets rejoice fellow Prodigals, this is the day that the Lord has made! Let us rejoice and be glad in it!