I've done some dog sitting this summer for a really awesome doggie named Max. Max is a Schnoodle. I love the Schnauzer in him; the poodle? Well, hmm, yeah, I love the Schnauzer in him.
I've dog sat many times before for a German Shepherd. The main difference between a German Shepherd and a Schnoodle is that a Schnoodle could easily be carried off and eaten by a large carnivorous bird, whereas a German Shepherd might only be easily carried off and eaten by a large carnivorous dinosaur. And given that difference, I'm pretty sure that Max has every right to be a scaredy-pup. And he is.
I had to leave Max in his cage for a few hours yesterday while I went to work, and I felt guilty about it. And then I felt even guiltier about it because it started thundering and I was worried that would freak him out. I kept thinking about him barking every time it thundered--trying to chew through the bars of his cage. But...when I got back to the house, he was fine, of course. He was just really happy to see me.
The thing is, if I could talk to Max and make him understand me, I wouldn't have to feel so guilty. I could tell him, "Hey, little guy, I'm going to go to work and be gone for a few hours. I'll be back around 11," then he'd know not to worry. But no matter how much I tell him that "I'll be home when the clock's little hand is on the 11 and the big hand is on the 12," he can't understand me. Cuz he's a dog.
So when I put Max in his cage and leave the house, he was either going to trust that I or someone else is eventually going to come back and take care of him, or he was going to freak out a lot until someone actually did come back and take care of him. And I don't watch him when I'm not there...for obvious reasons...but I do know that when I come back, even if I've only left the house to take trash out, he's always OVERJOYED to see me. I'm not sure if that's because he really thinks that no one was ever going to come, or if he just loves me that much. It might be a little bit of both.
But I found myself telling Max, "You silly lil scaredy pup, don't you know I love you? Of course I was coming back to take care of you."
And I started thinking how silly I can be sometimes. I know that God loves me. I know He's going to take care of me because He does love me. So when life is chaotic and I can't see what God's doing, I can either choose to freak out or to trust Him.
Tomorrow I'm turning in that application I've had forever. Then I'm going to try sending out some resumes and see what happens. If anything does, I'll be slightly less cryptic about it. If not, I'll just keep working my
There are still so many changes going on in my life--my fridge was in my living room for a while, but that's a different blog post, lol. More friends have moved away, but other relationships have deepened. God has been giving me so much blessing--blessing I know I'm not at all meant to keep to myself. I know He's going to provide more because there's so much He's doing in my life, and so much He wants me to do--participating, coming alongside Him in the work that He's doing. I just have to trust and wait, wait and trust, trust and wait... You'd think I'd be an expert at that, but apparently I'm a silly lil scaredy kid who still has a lot to learn.
You know what, though? I'm kind of enjoying the lessons. ...Most of the time. Lol. There's definitely mercy in the struggle. And I am very blessed.