And this is Buddy.
He is also known as 'The Best Male Dog Ever' in our house, the wonderful Beagle/Jack Russell mix - Jackabee - that has found his forever home here. We once thought that if these two had puppies, the result would be called Schnackaboodles, but that's a different story. By the way, they aren't being bred, it was a funny story because of the puppy names, that's all...so put your torches and pitchforks down. *grin*
I have even thought of just getting up and sitting right back down just to see what they'll do. They watch me, closely, and try to anticipate where I might be headed. They stick to me like glue.
I've every once in awhile been annoyed by this, as they are so persistent that I have tripped on them when I had to make some wonky turn in the hall because I forgot something vital - like what I was doing going that direction in the first place.
Buddy, the blondie, he loves me. He and I are buds. I honestly think he’d risk himself for me if he thought I was being threatened. He sleeps in our room with us, he will ignore the kids when they call him to come with them if he’s sitting by me. Buddy will let me take things out of his mouth, even when other people can’t get him to obey. He listens for me, and will stand at the door and beg if I go outside without him.
Dixie, on the other hand, she’s loyal to Buddy. She follows me because Buddy does. She wants to play with him. She wants to sit right near him, and she wants to do what he does. She’s a good dog, don’t get me wrong, she’d let me take things out of her mouth too, but I believe that’s because she’s a soft mouthed dog, and not out of any particular loyalty to myself.
Then there’s the cat, Happy, who is in a whole other category. Happy basically talks to me when she needs something. She will come and sit on my lap when she feels like it, she will meow at me if she’s hungry, she’ll follow me if I’m going the direction she was already going. She will even come when I call her – if I’m holding turkey…and she’s hungry…and she isn’t too tired to jump off her perch. I’ve had Happy her entire life – 16 years now – and she loves me in her own way. I know she does. But our relationship is different than mine with the dogs.
It made me think.
Am I that stuck on God? Do I follow Him wherever He's going? Do I watch and wait for His direction? Do I look to see where He wants me to go? If He makes a move, do I sit up and take notice?
All three pets are mine. I provide for all three, I take care of all three. I give them what they need, food, water, flea treatments, nail clippings, walks, medicines. I worry if any one of them is ill. I can’t imagine life without them. All three pets love me in their own way. All three have some sort of loyalty to me. All three consider this their home, and my family their family. All three are glad when we walk in the door – even the aloof cat.
So what’s the difference?
Their fellowship with me is different.
It’s sort of like our relationship to God,isn’t it?
Which one am I in my relationship towards God?
Am I the one God always trips over because I’m following so closely behind Him?
Am I the one that’s only next to God because my best friend/pastor/leader/mother/father is?
Am I the one that talks to God when I need something, and then sits on the proverbial windowsill watching the world go by the rest of the day?
Do I watch God so closely that I know when He’s turning and can tell exactly what He wants me to do?
Do I sort of pay attention to God, but then get distracted by other things easily?
Or do I not really care what God thinks about most things, as long as I have what I need?
Am I following God because I have a personal relationship and loyalty to Him?
Or am I following Him because someone I admire follows God? Do I obey God simply to please some leader or family member?
So which am I?
So which are you?