The people around me know that more often than not my dog, Ashur, drives me nuts. It is not that Ashur does anything that he shouldn’t… he is pretty much a normal dog. Actually he is pretty much a good dog that is great for my kids and barks at the right times. I think it is me– I am a guy with a dog that loves me, but I am not much of a dog person.
But we co-exist. Usually with me being a bit peeved because he didn’t poop in the right place in the yard or because he ate Andrew’s sandwich which he left on the floor or because he is always in my space. But because I want to be a good pet owner, I try to be aware of Ashur’s assorted needs.
And occassionaly through no effort of his own, Ashur teaches me something.
Today Ashur taught me something about me… more specifically about God and me.
It dawned on me that Ashur probably understands and knows me about as much as I understand God (truth be told, he probably understands me better than I understand and know God.)
As I realize how little I know and understand God, I acknowledge how much in the midst of my lack I depend on His mercy towards me… His patience towards me… His love towards me.
Just as Ashur will never be a perfect dog, I will never fully be the man God wanted me to be on this side of Heaven–but I try. And as I try all I can fall on is God’s mercy, patience and love towards me.
Aware that without God’s mercy, patience and love it I have no hope to press on.