I wanted a dog. I begged my husband for a dog. He caved. Now I have a dog and regrets. Don't get me wrong, I love this dog. A beautiful sable colored male daschund, he is adorable, beautiful, sensitive, always by my side. He is also very stubborn, difficult to train, emotionally dependant, and still not completely housebroken. I won't tell you how old he is. Hence, the regrets!
Here we approach 4th of July and this dog is very displeased and anxious over the cracks and booms that began already.
We have to medicate him with Benadryl as our vet advised. Even with that, he shakes, drools, hides, paces, pants and carries on. All the while, my husband and I watch his antics and feel so sorry for him. We take turns cradling and assuring him.
I wanted to go tell my neighbors to please not let those M80's off anymore for the sake of my dog. But, I knew in this neighborhood, my efforts would be futile. They host a massive block party every 3rd of July and people open garages and unload fireworks onto their golf carts hooked up with trailers and take them to the middle of the culdesac to share. It is a display that outdoes the city's! The M80's are there. They are inevitable and unavoidable.
Last week, dealing with this dog, and being sick, was rough. It was compounded by several situations I am watching my children go through, situations I am personally going through, and trials I am in the midst of that I am ready to see behind me. Of course, I want to come out gold. But,
on Sunday, I found myself losing it when one more thing happened out of nowhere. Questions banged around in my mind that I didn't want to voice to God. Who questions God? Not me! I look to His Word and see the promises. Then I look at the situations, wring my hands, and forget the promises.
On Monday, I was praying about a lot of these situations. I prayed for a long while, giving each of them over to God...Again.
Then, BOOM! SHAKE! RATTLE! Neither of us expecting it, my dog leapt and I jumped. It was early afternoon, and the neighbors were at it again. How many M80's did they buy?
The Benadryless dog was now a mess. I picked him up. Trying to soothe him, I began stroking his fur, pulling him close. I whispered in his ear, "How many times do I have to tell you, those things are not going to destroy you. They are loud, they are scary, but, you know they won't touch you. You are in the house. You are safe. I've got you. You've heard all this noise before and when the noise went away, you were fine. Why do you act like this when you know what I'm telling you is true? Why do you become so frantic?" Then, I heard Jesus. He whispered to me, "This is how you look when you let these situations overcome you." That is all He said. It was enough. I understood. If you could see how my dog acts, you would be embarrassed for me.
Thank you, Jesus. I will add trust to life's page today. I will apply liberal glue so it is firmly pasted down. I will add some brads, too. I don't want to ever lose my trust in you.