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Thoughts of my dog and God

Tintin, my mixed poodle and bichon, has such a sweet nature! I've just moved back home 2 months ago. He sleeps in my parents' room right, and so, every morning when he hears my voice, he'll run out of their room and greet me, even as early as 6am! (I've woken up earlier, and he hasn't bothered to get up) My heart is so touched by this doggies affection to greet me first thing in the morning. And it just made me think about how God would feel if I excitedly wake up each morning to greet Him with affection, reverence and awe. "Good morning, Pa! I can't wait to spend this day with You! I can't wait to trust You and walk with You today! You're soo special to me! I can't wait to love and be loved by You!"

Tintin was feeling unwell yesterday. It was about 9pm, I was asleep on the couch. He jumps up on the couch, walks all over me and sits on me, shivering and panting. I woke up a little startled and realise he must be feeling quite unwell because that was really odd behaviour. Mum and I put two-and-two together and we figured he must have been eating the salt-laden grass outside - she's been pouring salt and vinegar on the grass you see to kill it. He is much better today and we are making him drink more water. But what struck me about the incident was the audacity, boldness and trust of my dog to just sit on my lap (actually, my stomach) when he needed help and was feeling unwell. Do I have the same audacity to come into the throne of grace boldly, sincerely, truthfully, as I am.. when God shows me my need for Him? Do I have the same childlike trust to just come before Him for everything I need, to just hop on His lap when I feel He isn't listening (though I know that He always is)?

Very, very convicting, and such a fun way to learn about You, Dad. Thank you. x

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