By nature I’m pretty rigid. For goodness sake, I used to alternate my dishes by color behind closed cabinet doors. But over these last seven years God has graciously been breaking me of…me.
He has taught me that if I live in the land of predictability, trying to force life into my own little convenient-box, I will miss many of His blessings along the way.
He reminded me again last week.
A little Yorkie dog showed up in our yard and…well…he needed me. He was half blind so he stumbled, plus his fur was matted. So with my three kids following behind me, asking over and over, “Can we keep him? Can we keep him?” I picked him up and knocked on some neighbors’ doors. But we couldn’t find the owner.
So in spite of my unlove for dog hair on the furniture or poop on my carpet, I welcomed him into our home — bath and all. (Though in the back of my mind I kept remembering God’s last word to me about a pet — “beware of dogs.”)
I clearly gave the disclaimer to all my little people who were now debating on a name, “We are simply helping pawpaw doggie find his parents.” Though part of me hoped we wouldn’t find his parents because of his Yorkie cuteness.
We put up signs in the neighborhood and took him by the shelter for a microchip scan, but four days passed and nothing. Then finally, on day five, the owners called. (Which was good because dog poop and dog blindness are not a great match.)
But the experience reminded me. Sometimes life isn’t convenient. It’s messy and stinky and unpredictable. But if we don’t remain fluid, we may miss some blessings. We may miss that glimmer in our daughter’s eyes or how our son talks sweetly to a dog when no one else is looking.
Life’s too short to miss those things.
Fill me, Lord…
How do you remain “fluid” in day-to-day living?