Okay, so I haven't posted on here in forever. I just sort of had a random thought that's been bouncing around in my head for a long time. This post should be relatable to those of you who love dogs. You possibly even own a dog. If you don't then... Shame on you. I'm kidding of course but I must admit that I don't get how you can not love a dog.
I recently had to put down my friend of about 13 years or so who was named Buddy. His health started to go and almost everyday he got worse. We continued trying to care for him for about a week and a half or until we realized the truth: he wasn't getting better. My mom and I had been going through that week and a half beside ourselves with grief for our pet. He had become a part of our family to the point where honestly it hurt for a while to even think of letting him go. We had him put down because it was kinder then letting him suffer and after a while we decided to get another dog. We got a seven month old cocker spaniel terrier who was also called Buddy. He's everything you can expect from a puppy. Through getting to know him and spending time with him I discovered a parallel in our relationship with God.
I think dogs see us in the same way that we see God in a lot of ways. They depend on us for everything they need. They see us as above them. They get sad when we scold them or they get themselves in trouble. We love them even when they mess up. We provide for them even when we might be mad at them.
God does all those things and more for us. After all I've never died for my dog. Not saying I wouldn't but then who would provide for him and clean up his messes?
Here's the deal. God died for you. He provides for you and loves you in your darkest times. He didn't just die but He came back so He can help clean up your messes. Trust Him.
