The Dane and the Dachshund

They were so cute together at first.  The ginormous, majestic, black and white Great Dane was loose in the neighborhood.  I noticed him while on a jog.  He came up to me (which initially scared me half to death), but was quickly bored so he trotted along house to house sniffing the ground.  I watched it all unfold like a movie…a little brown Dachshund came running from his home to protect it with his tiny bark.  Knowing the little thing was no threat, the Great Dane kept on his path to anywhere-but-home.  It wasn’t enough the little Dachshund felt he had scared off the monstrous creature – he had to chase after him.  Up the next hill they went.  The giant and pipsqueak.  It became my amusement until I realized the little guy wasn’t returning to his home.  All of a sudden, it had become fun to run with the bull.  I tried with all my might to catch up to the pair and try to win the Dachshund over.  I had plans to return him to his house since I remembered distinctly where it was.  You see, he had a sister back home.  Every time I ran past that house, I saw the two playing together which is why it was even more important for me to return the runaway.  Unfortunately, I wasn’t able to catch up and the two ran further and further along, in their own world, oblivious.  I do hope they both came to their senses and returned home eventually. 
 
Most of us have probably been lured away or distracted by something that wasn’t good for us.  Something toxic that seemed so right at the time.  We think the pleasure is so pretty and bigger than life, but then it turns ugly for one reason or another.  It’s fun and exciting and takes us on a journey.  But the farther we get from home, from love, from safety, from our Lord, it becomes scary and dark.  And at the outer edge, it seems impossible to find our way back home.  We can’t see the way.  The beauty in it is, if it weren’t for our being lost and feeling unsafe, we wouldn’t crave love and forgiveness.  The beauty in it is, because we have been lost and thought there was no way back, we can have compassion for others when we do find home.  The beauty in it is, God is always right there, waiting for us to be ready, waiting to carry our weary selves home, waiting to nourish us, waiting to lavish us in pure love.   
 
Hoping you are at home with your Father,
Celeste
“…perfect love casts out fear…” 1 John 4:18
 
           
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