Soil and all

Today’s post is by Meleah Walton, a friend of the family. You can read more from Meleah at

While walking my pup, Biscuit, on the leash the other day, I noticed how he seemed to take his time and notice every little thing along the path.  He would sniff the grass or weeds or whatever he came across.  He would scratch at it and, really, just take it in.  This calm and almost thoughtful demeanor is so unlike his ways when he’s unleashed.  When he takes off unleashed, he’s a wild lil man!  He runs aimlessly, fast and crazy.  He gets into trouble and rolls in . . . shit, literally . . . or dead animals.  Freedom is simply too much for him.  He’s reckless and runs blindly into danger.  He gets soiled and stinky and not very becoming.  Really, who wants to cuddle with THAT?

And it hits me – I am so much like this wild little pup.  When I am tethered to my Master and allowing Him to lead me, I’m content.  I revel at all the wonders along my path.  I notice every little (and big) blessing.  I delve into the wonder of it all.  I’m grateful for what I’ve been given.  I stay close to Him and desire to be nowhere else.

Inevitably, though, I get the proverbial hair up my backside and “think” I want something more and I chase “freedom” just like Biscuit when he spots that perfect crack in the door offering escape.  I run wild and crazy.  ALWAYS to my own detriment.  Oftentimes to the detriment of others.  I take off, directionless.  I roll in the shit of the world.  I flirt with danger.  I get soiled and oh-so-unbecoming.  I reek.

Even though I reek and am all kinds of trouble, what does my Master do?  HE waits patiently for me to return, takes me into His arms, and loves me – soil and all.  Then He cleans me up all sparkly and He holds me close and He whispers love words to me.  Over and over and over again.  And the next time the world beckons?  I’d like to say I’ll stay nestled in His loving arms and not venture out.  But we’re not there yet, are we?
Hmmm . . . I think I’ll go snuggle with my puppy now.


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