Running Out the Door…

Sandy, our chocolate lab, is now mature enough that we can trust her not only with an open door, but with an open gate. She wasn’t always that way. When she was younger she was like our smaller dogs and leapt at the chance to run out into forbidden territory. We take them on walks, so it’s not like they don’t get to see the neighborhood. They just want to see it free and unfettered, and have no idea how dangerous that can be.

I let it remind me how boundaries and limits God sets up for me, that I may not understand, are there to protect me. We’ve had pets run over, stolen and just plain vanish. I have no idea what dangers there are in the areas that I may want to go, where God has shut the door. If I were rich would I be an insufferable snob and waste money on stupid things? If I were famous would I think I’m better than everyone else, and wind up being hated? I don’t know, but God does, and I’ll trust that He knows what He’s doing.

—Danny

“The God of my rock; in him will I trust: he is my shield, and the horn of my salvation, my high tower, and my refuge, my saviour; thou savest me from violence.”—2nd Samuel 22:3