beagle named Anne.
From the previous post...
…We must choose.
Free will.
How it must hurt his heart waiting for us to choose!
God will wait!
I guess our new addition is an allegory for God’s love for us and our fear of the unknown love he wants to flood over our souls.
It does seem odd to be afraid of Love. But, we are odd people whom God lavishly loves.
We haven’t given up. She warmed up some last night and this morning (Friday). Love is always the ace-in-the-hole.
I wrote the above last Friday morning…Friday night she (Anne) ran away!
She was on the leash outside with Barbara after the football game (11pm) and got spooked by the cat and who knows what else (probably a leaf in a tree). She yanked on the leash and it left Barbara’s hand. There goes leash behind dog into the woods. So we got flashlights and the three of us went hunting in the woods for the dog calling her name. With leash still attached, I thought for sure she would get hung up after all pull a hose, rope, extension cord or sting behind you for any distance and grass blades become like bridge supports. That rope, string, hose will hang up 10 out of 10 times. I thought for sure her leash would do the same thing. It is a retractable 16’ leash. No such luck.
We did not find her.
We were sick.
We went to bed.
I woke up before the sun came up and almost got up and went looking for her. I decided it would be just like the previous night and waited for sun up. I walked our property, the neighbor’s property and the property next to that looking for a beagle hung up on a leash.
I did not find her. Ugh!
My fear (key word there) was she was hung up unable to get water or defend herself all alone…(you know how that conversation goes in your head). So I came back in got some breakfast and the three of us went on the hunt again over the same ground. We then expanded out search down the road to the next two subdivisions and the woods across the road. No dog, No sign of no dog (don’t you love my English usage) nothing to be found. It was not a good day.
Regularly throughout the day I would open the front door step out on the porch and look for the dog. Hoping but not seeing. I wonder how often the Prodigal’s Father scanned the horizon hoping to see the silhouette of his son. How many times did he turn around back to life such-as-it-was having not seen his son? God knows where we are and yet looks for us too, waiting, longing hoping for us to return to him and his home. We placed notices on facebook and all five of us made a plan for posters on Sunday.
We did not find her.
We were still sick.
We went to bed.
I get up first most days. Sunday is no exception. My alarm went off and I started my Sunday routine. I looked out the front door as the tea pot whistled and saw the day dawning but no dog. I made my tea let it steep while I looked at e-mail. Fixing my hot tea with sugar and lemon I gathered my notes for that day’s message and headed to my chair for prayer and review. I set the paper and tea cup down and thought I would look one last time before the day took off in its normal busy start. I stepped out on the porch. I looked to my right and then left and in the driveway was a dog. I really looked and it was Anne. She saw me and her tail wagged. When I got to her she was fine with pink halter on but no leash and no worse for wear.
We did find her.
We were elated.
We all got up!
But while the son was still a long way off, his father saw him and was filled with compassion. (N) He ran, threw his arms around his neck, [k] and kissed (O) him. Luke 15:20 HCSB
But we had to celebrate and rejoice, because this brother of yours was dead and is alive again; he was lost and is found.' " Luke 15:31 HCSB
What a Father!
In HIS Service and Yours,
BroG
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