This cutie has been with me for 11 years. She’s a pound puppy – which still boggles my mind. Who would let go of this sweet creature? Were we drawn to one another? Did she become like me? Did I become like her? I don’t know but we really have a lot in common.
See those dark circles under those sweet eyes? I have them too. Hopefully, you don’t see mine as easily because I cover them up. We both have big hair, and lots of it! We might look prissy on the outside but we’re tough on the inside. We’re both really sweet but we’re almost equally feisty. We’re both protective and loyal. And we both love our Masters.
We both think we’re in charge. Seriously, this dog thinks she’s in charge of me. It’s laughable. Without me, she couldn’t even feed herself. She doesn’t have hands to open the pantry to scoop her food into her bowl. She can’t reach the faucet to fill up her water bowl. The most basic of needs and she doesn’t have what it takes to do them. She’s dependent on me whether she realizes it, or not. And I’m the same way.
So often, I act like I’m in charge when really, I’m completely dependent on my Master. I’ve tried to hold it all together or manage my relationships only to realize that my hands aren’t big enough and it’s impossible for me to have the right perspective from down here. But like Sophie, I have a Master who LOVES me! Not only that, He knows what to expect out of me and my nature and He’s really patient with me. What comfort it is that –
He knows our frame; He remembers that we are dust.
Psalm 103:14
The other thing Sophie does that truly baffles me: she runs. She runs off. She’s got it so good here in this house with me, but if the door is left open a second too long, she runs out. But the other thing is, she always comes back. I think she loves me and she knows she’s mine. She knows she belongs to me.
I’m the same way. I wish so much that it weren’t true, but I’ve run. Several times I got bored with where I was and chose the world outside of the safety and security of God’s fellowship. I’ve been tired of the same thing, same hurt, same failure and I’ve run off in an effort to feel better or find comfort elsewhere. But like Sophie, I’ve always come back. I am, after all, His. I belong to Him.
Young Woman,
Sophie always knows where I am. She always makes sure she’s close enough and in a good position to keep her eyes on me. Oh, that we would keep our eyes on Jesus and stay near Him, in His presence, that way!