This morning, I stepped into the brisk morning air to call in our pomeranian "Leia". This is her...3 legged and one eye, she is a tail and ear away from being named "Lucky". Because she has a tendency to hurt herself, we limit her outdoor time.
This summer I noticed a tendency she developed to ignore me. At least that's how it felt to me. I can stand on my deck, hollering, dancing, calling, and whistling and I get no response. But when I step onto the patio and into her line of sight, her little tail begins to beat it's furious rhythm. Her 3 tiny legs churn in her haste to get to my side. I walk to the door and hold it open as she rockets inside.
It amuses me.
It also irritates me a tad as it requires me to step out of the shelter of my deck to get her attention. I'm sure there's a lesson for me in that somewhere.
This morning as she rocketed into the house before me, the prompting from the O Most High stopped me in my tracks.
I must admit I rolled my eyes just a bit but the divine word still came. "I've told you I'm here, that I'm always here. Yet you don't believe Me unless I step out so you can see Me."
Ouch. Jesus told us in Matthew 28:20 that HE was with us always as we went through our lives for Him. But it's correct that many times I fret and fuss that I can't SEE Him, because I can't FEEL Him. So that must mean He is not there. I pray and beg Him to show Himself to me.
While I believe it goes against the nature and character of God to get impatient with me and want to thump me on the head, I can at least imagine that He like me...gets tired of always having to SHOW me He is there before I listen for His voice. That I must see Him when He calls before I will move toward Him.
I sit here honored that He met with me and spoke to remind me "I am with you always, to the end of the age."
I must work on moving to Him when He calls.