Here are a few things I have noticed about my dogs, Belle and Tink.
Tink likes to sleep on my head and Belle likes to sleep at my feet.
They both like to roll on dead things-don’t know why but it works for them.
If my assistant Bonnie continues to greet them in a high voice, I will need to re-mortgage the house to pay for the carpet cleaner.
If we ever have guests over who don’t like dogs, they will both want to crawl all over them.
They prefer In-N-Out burgers to dog food…me too.
They are fiercely loyal, forgiving and full of grace.
Life works better for them when they are held…
Tink is pretty mellow but Belle can get anxious. I discovered recently that if I hold her tightly for a while her heart beat slows down a bit and she settles. I wonder what it is about being held that makes such a difference? It was the same with Christian when he was a baby. He loved to be wrapped up tight and held close to my heart, connected, not alone, safe, held.
To be held requires trust. No one wants to be held by someone whose heart they question.
Some of us were so wounded as children that now it’s hard to be held…but underneath part of us still longs for it.
So today I’m going to hold my son for a few seconds more than he says he wants and I’m going to hold my husband, even if he didn’t put the seat back down:)
And when I’m on the road somewhere and I feel anxious or alone I’m going to stop and remember that the God who holds the universe in place is holding me too, close to His heart, safe, not alone, held.
