We have a crazy 5 year old bird dog that lives for a chance to squeeze between you and the door and get out. He then runs through our neighborhood at 30+ mph non-stop! Finally, when he can go no further without water, he rolls in something stinky and comes home. My reaction is always the same. “Don’t let that dog in here, he smells terrible!” He will sit out back yard with a pitiful look on his face.
Just this weekend it happened again. I had no time to deal with it. Our sweet 11 year old animal lover, full of compassion, looks at that dirty dog with such sympathy and says, “But, Momma, he can’t clean himself.” Ahhh, the truth and the lesson of that!
Aren’t we all dirty dogs at one time or another? For whatever crazy reason, our good, safe boundaries are not enough, so we squeeze out feeling so clever and free only to find that whatever pleasure there was to be had is short-lived and carries consequences. Rats! Now homeward bound in search of living water…
We however, are admitted stink and all. And God in His gracious mercy ALWAYS has the time to deal with our mess. He’s never surprised and never turns away a pitiful soul that wants back in. Sigh
As I washed and washed and washed my dog today, I thought of how many times I have been just like him… going back and rolling in the same ‘ol stink. I thanked my loving Heavenly Father for His patience with me in getting off the poo and showing me a better way.
Thank You Lord for the lesson. Help me to have more compassion on the dirty dogs in my life. You are such a good and gentle Master.