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Thursday, November 16, 2017


Hero is seriously a brick short of a load!  He lives in the lap of luxury here at Lulu's house.  All his needs are taken care of--without him contributing even a plugged nickel.

His food is served on demand, he has a monthly trip to the doggy spa, he goes for walks three times a day, and I even throw his squeaky toy when he wants to play.  There are no restrictions on where he goes in the house and he even sleeps on MY bed at night. In short--the silly little dog has found paradise!

And yet--he is a runner!  He seizes every opportunity to hit the road jack!  This necessitates keeping him on a leash anytime we leave the confines of the fenced yard or house.  Today was yet another example of the little escape artist literally heading for the hills.

I have been helping a friend paint furniture.  She did not realize I was in the garage along with the Wonder Dog and opened the door.  He was under that door and off to the races before you could say Jack Sprat.  I was forced to bend way down low--army crawl style to get under that door and in hot pursuit.  Living on a busy highway, he almost became a grease spot when a truck narrowly missed him.  I had no idea I could run so fast--since I have not run in years---but the little black and white streak was followed by the old lady who can still sprint when forced.  He KNEW I was following him and only ran faster.  WHY---would the silly mutt run away from the hand that literally feeds him?  I am gasping and wheezing and calling while trying to get a whistle out without hyperventilating.  Every time I begin to close in--he picks up his speed again!  This has NOT been a pretty sight to see me chasing the eight pound wonder down the street and the army crawl under the garage door may result in not being able to get myself out of the bed tomorrow.

Thankfully my friend had the presence of mind to drive her vehicle in the direction we were headed.  The sly little weasel can NOT resist a ride in a vehicle--EVER.  She catches up to him and calls him.  OH BOY---here he comes running back to me--thinking I am going to pick him up and we are going for a ride.  NO--you little ingrate---we are walking back.  She offered a ride, but I needed to get my heart rate down and give him a good talking to.  He's got it made--but at the first opportunity--he makes a break as if his life depended upon it.  You would think he lived in an concentration camp instead of Doggy Paradise.

There you go---the perfect example of the runner in all of us.  We also have it made in the presence of Jehovah Jireh.  God provides us with ALL we need--and yet we don't walk but actually run from His perfect plan.  We refuse to acknowledge His way is the best way and instead strike out on our own path--which often puts us in the path of danger.  It is so easy to become lost when we run away from God's sweet protection.  We are slow learners, but He faithfully calls us to Him time after time and draws us back into the shelter of His loving arms.  STAY---needs to be my prayer--STAY!

"Do not worry then, saying, 'What will we eat?' or 'What will we drink?' or 'What will we wear for clothing?' For the Gentiles eagerly seek all these things; for your heavenly Father knows that you need all these things. But seek first His kingdom and His righteousness, and all these
 things will be added to you."
Matthew 6:31-33


  1. As I sit at my desk in front of the computer, the birds outside in the trees are coughing and wheezing as they pass each other throat lozenges, the cat is in the corner of the room writing his memoirs and lamenting the mice that were never caught, whilst the dog lies in front of the TV watching another repeat on the Dog Channel ... ... ... and I think, how right you are Lulu. How many times we have had to chase our stupid dog when he runs away in the street. He even can stand on his hind legs, lean on the door handle, and open the door to facilitate his escape. This is OK when he escapes in the back garden; we have ensured all our fences with the neighbours are dog proof; so he can't escape from there. But the front door is the problem.

    And as you say, Lulu. We are just the same. We think we know better and often turn away from God. How distressing this must be to Him.

    God bless.

    1. I am so thankful the pint sized runt cannot open the door. I would be marathon ready if he could escape at will. We all make his escape antics look like child's play with our repeated escapes from the path!
      Blessings, My Friend!

  2. Always enjoy your writings. 4 years of chronic pain. Running from dr to dr looking for answers. Becoming angry when friends would say "just ask and you will receive" Now at the end of the hunt for the "right dr or the right treatment" I have come to realize that even tho I hurt, God is with me. We are never promised a smooth ride. So happy that you can chase that little bugger!

    1. You are absolutely correct, in He is faithfully present. One of my most difficult lessons has been His ways are not my ways and I may never know this side of Heaven the answer to Why? Trusting that all things are for God's glory and our ultimate good is a tough lesson. But I have faith--He will never leave me nor forsake me.
      Blessings, My Friend!

  3. Such a perfect analogy here, Lulu! How many times have I turned aside to my own ways, saved just in the nick of time from being a grease spot on the road by my loving Father? Well, I'm too embarrassed to say . . .
    Thank you for blessing my day!


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