Orli
23 Mar 06 9:32 p.m.
Orlando, who is blooming, is my dog. He is an active, affectionate (to the point of promiscuity), and faithful dog (except when he finds a smaller dam he can hump). He is the clown between the 2 of them.
Last night while he was asleep in his bed, he was awokened by a sound outside our windows. I think it was the barking of a dog across the street. It was pretty faint but he picked it up in his sleep. He immediately sprang to action and barking like a macho-dog would. But being the scaddy-cat, he ran over to me, hid under legs for cover. I looked down and laughed at him, and told him he’s the silliest dog in the world, and that everything was ok. If you’ve seen Orli before, you would understand why I laughed at him. He has a perpetual guilty look, and when he’s afraid, he looks desperately cute.
I reflected on the incident and saw a parallel. Who do we run to when we are afraid? Who do we put our trust when we are plagued with uncertainty? Who do we cast our cares to when our hopes are dashed? Orli may not understand it when i told him everything’s ok, especially when his instincts were kicked in, and firing up, to display an alert typical of dogs. He didn’t let his instincts rule him but subjected them to my leadership as his Alpha. I deeply appreciate his trust in me. His trust pleases me.
We are blessed with intelligence but even geniuses cannot touch God if they have no faith in God’s higher ways. How can finite beings ever fully understand an infinite Being? We can never totally comprehend the ways of God. When God convicts our hearts to trust Him, let’s simply trust Him. Abandon our fears and pains at the altar, and not take it back. Quieten our hearts. So that we can hear Him when He speaks words of comfort to us. How we feel has no bearing on God’s sovereignty. He’s still in charge. He’s still on His throne.
Footnote:
Orli is lying in his bed, chin on the wall of the bed, reposing but his gaze is ever on me. He’s such a darling.
