August 20, 2002

How My Dog is Like God

Do you know which member of the family greets me first when I get home from
work each day? It’s my dog, Wesley, a 15-pound Shih-Tzu (Careful how you
pronounce that one). Wesley works himself into a frenzy the moment he hears
the garage door moving. It doesn’t matter to him that I was too busy for him
the night before while working on a project. He doesn’t even seem to
remember how I got angry with him that morning when all he wanted to do was
play with me.

I’m convinced that there is nothing I could do to cause Wesley to stop
loving me and longing for my company. He never seems to remember times I
have neglected him. He only knows that this present moment is a time to
enjoy my company.

Could it be that God feels the same way about me as Wesley? Hmmm.