Happy Mothers Day! This morning, I am up too early. And I cannot go back to sleep partly because I am frustrated with my dog. He will not take care of business when I take him out to pee and poo. Every smell and every sound is a distraction. He hates being leashed and is stubborn in resisting being led or being kept from wandering. I spend way too much time waiting for him only to have him do nothing. I have tried staying in one place. I have tried moving from place to place. He won’t do what I need him to do. And then he pees on the carpet. I’m about ready for a pair of beagle slippers at this point.
On the other hand, my Master leads me to good ground, and I don’t take care of business. He has tried leaving me in one spot, and tried moving me around. I resist being leashed, wanting to go where I want distracted by bright lights and movement out of the corner of my eye. I do the right thing, but sometimes in the wrong spot. I am sure that He has been about ready to make a pair of Matty-slippers at times. But He doesn’t.
The patience which my Master displays with me is not an easy attitude to take on. I have trouble with beagles and daughters. I struggle with patience in traffic and with my wife. But not with my Master, not yet. It’s possible that, once we have moved, are without a house, without jobs, and struggling with financial fears, I may loose my patience with my Master. I did moving out here. But I also came around to complete trust before He delivered security. So, I know that, while in much of my life I do not “do patience”, with my Master I have reserves of it.
And by processing my struggle with patience, I have released the tension from my frustration, and can barely keep my eyes open. So, I’m headed back to bed. I hope the dumb dog doesn’t pee on the carpet.
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