Monday morning I took Buddy for a walk. From the moment he arrived last Wednesday, I have taken him 2-3 times a day for a walk. I wanted him to get used to the leash and to learn that he needs to use this opportunity to take care of his business.
Monday morning we woke up early and so I fed him and then we headed out the door. I have found a place nearby where others take their dogs for walks and so we have started going there. As usually is the case, Buddy, at least once, will sit down and refuse to walk. He pulls against the leash, jerking, squealing, whining. I have learned that if I just stop and allow him to have his fit, eventually he will stop and continue the walk.
Yesterday, as he was throwing his fit, the Lord tugged at my heart. I realized that Buddy represents me from time to time. Occasionally, I am the one kicking and screaming as the Lord tries to gently lead me. I am the one resisting and pulling away from the Lord, all the while, He is waiting patiently for me.
Oftentimes, we think we know what is best for us. We decide to journey a path that the Lord hasn’t set for us. Hopefully, eventually, we see our waywardness and correct our course. I am thankful for Buddy (and the Lord) reminding me of this yesterday. It is a lesson I needed!