I started walking dogs almost a week ago for a pet resort that also houses rescue dogs for a local shelter. I thought that walking dogs would give me a “fix” because I am missing my German Shepherd, Talitha, who is still in North Carolina a lot. However, there was no “fix” and I decided I’d like to foster a dog for a few months while waiting for Talitha to come. Here enters Watson, a mutt, who was rescued from a hoarder of over 100 dogs. I decided to foster Watson, because in his condition no one would ever want to adopt him. When I first met him I thought he had arthritis because he crouched down when he walked, that’s how scared he was. Any noise freaks him out and any movement scares him half to death.
I brought him home and decided to leave him in my court yard while I went to get his kennel out of the car. There was only one problem. I had left the gate open when I brought him into my house. Watson bolted for the opening and before I knew it I was on a search to find him. There were about three times I thought I’d get him or the few people that decided to help would. But we were no match for him.
Hours into the search I called Jordan and talking to him about everything. In our conversation he just happened to say, “I can’t help but think that we aren’t doing something right.” I asked what that could be since we are doing nightly devotions and praying together. The more we talked the more I realized that though I had been praying while I was searching for Watson, it had been out of a panic and fear that wasn’t from the heart. It was like when you don’t study for a test even though you knew you should have and right before the test you say a short prayer asking for help. Realizing this huge mistake I asked Jordan if we could pray together. Not even a minute into the prayer, I get another phone call. It was the resort I got him from saying he came back there and the receptionist had been trying to get my number for hours. It was such a relief. Watson’s paws were bloodied from the traveling he had done, but he was ok. Later Jordan mentioned it was as if God interrupted out prayer, like He was saying, “that’s all I needed from you.” All He needed was for me to purely surrender, which is something really hard for me to do. In other words I had to give everything up.
God doesn’t need much from me, but He needs my heart. I’m not quite sure the last time I’ve had a prayer answered so directly. In fact, if I can be absolutely honest, it’s often hard for me to pray because I don’t see answers. It’s easier for me to connect with God through reading scripture, but that’s not enough. I don’t have to surrender a lot to read, though I’m often hit right in the heart. I do have to surrender myself completely to build a relationship with God through prayer. That’s kinda terrifying. That means I’m no longer in control; I’m completely vulnerable. I’m Watson.
Who runs away from a home that offers food, shelter, toys, treats, love? I do. Who cowers in fear from the rescuer the one who desires to give love? I do. The spiritual sounds around me scare me, I shrink back in fear. I often run from God instead of allowing Him to embrace me. When He comes near, it’s too much. I’d rather do things on my time still in fear of who is around me. I’m curious of everything, especially God, but when He faces me, I retreat. Why do I do that? Why would I rather run back to what is comfortable than to stay in what is best. And in my journey back I often find myself bloodied from my choice. I am not worthy to have a second chance, but God gives it to me. Though I hope not to have another repeat of my adventure with Watson, I find myself running away from God quite often.
In the past few days I have seen a great change in my spiritual life. I had thought I was doing enough, but I realize I have so much more growing to do. I know that things are improving though. How do I know this? Watson peed inside for the first time this morning. I knew I should have taken him out, but it was still dark. But it’s not the fact that he peed in the house that I know that I’m doing things right, it’s the fact he started peeing while I was reading my Bible. You know you’re on the right path when Satan tries to attack you during your time with God. So instead of being upset with Watson, I am actually extremely happy. I must simply be doing something right. “Now may the God of hope fill you with all joy and peace in believing, that you may abound in hope by the power of the Holy Spirit” (Romans 15:13).