It happened the other day. I had been gone for a few weeks. When being picked up from the airport my daughter brought “the dog”. I sat in the backseat with the dog and for the next hour and ten minutes I had to pet, rub, pet, rub, love up, snuggle and pet “the dog”.
It happened again this morning. My thought was to get up and let the dog go to the bathroom and then lie on the couch and sleep a bit longer. Nay. It became a love me, pet me, rub me, pet me, rub me and snuggle me moment. I had the dog all to myself. No one or no other dog was anywhere near to compete for attention. That didn’t seem to matter: it was as if the dog couldn’t get enough love, get close enough or be held long enough.
How would I feel differently if I fought to get as close as humanly possible to God like the puppy was trying to get to me? Would I truly lay down at the end of the couch after a love session exhausted and happy? Would I sleep better knowing that all I had done was all I could do to be loved by God as the puppy had been trying to get every inch of love out of me?
And then, I turn to go into the house and the puppy acts as if he hasn’t had any life for eons,,,, and we start it all over again… what if I desperately sought God like that?
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