My dog and I were walking down the sidewalk as usual, her out in front leading the way, me working a little bit to keep up. Except for occasional times when she decided she just had to stop and sniff a fragrant tree, check out a suspicious walkway, or observe a patch of interesting grass, she went straight down the middle of the sidewalk.
Not bad when you consider that she’s 16, deaf to almost every sound, and nearly blind. No one looking at her as she heads down the street would ever suspect she has problems. She is and has always been an Alpha dog who believes the world belongs to her.
While we were walking this morning, it occurred to me to ask myself how it is that she can walk so confidently while I in a similar position would be afraid to leave the door to my house. I can think of a thousand problems that would arise – tripping over anything and everything, walking onto the street and getting hit by a car, falling over the curb, bumping into someone…. True, cement sidewalk feels very unlike soft grass, and it might be possible to stay on the walkway, but at best I would stumble along slowly, one hesitant step following another.
So how can she do it? Doesn’t she understand the dangers?
And then my son reminds me that in the past, the few times she has gotten out of our yard alone, she’s always gone to the front door and scratched to get in the house – very unlike her usual behaviour. And I understand. The reason she can walk quickly and confidently is because she knows she’s safe. There’s a leash that connects us.
Without the leash, she would be alone and fearful, even more so than she’s been when she got out alone before she began to have sight and hearing problems. But with the tension of the leash between us, she’s secure. She knows that I’m with her and that she’s safe.
And sure enough, more than ever before, I make sure she gets over curbs safely and doesn’t bump into a stray bike or something else that’s unexpectedly in her path. I have become her guide person as well as her security.
And I consider how the leash, which might seem to be a restraint, actually gives her freedom.
A profound truth here, Nancy. Really enjoyed it!
I wonder how I got here….hmmm…must have stumbled onto it from another blog of yours. I’m glad I did!
A profound truth here, Nancy. Really enjoyed it!
I wonder how I got here….hmmm…must have stumbled onto it from another blog of yours. I’m glad I did!
Hmm. Actually, I did have a bit of an application for myself, but that wasn’t it. (Although it’s a good one! :))
I actually considered writing more, but it occurred to me that readers might all come up with different applications for themselves, so I left it as it was.
I was actually thinking about organization – how part of me wants to just be free to do whatever I want to do when I want to do it, but the reality is I need a framework of organization in order for me to be truly free.
When there’s no plan or organization, I tend to want to get away and read a book or escape to a mall. But when my desk is clear and I know what I need to do, I’m much more likely to get it done. Yet, I hate it when I have to stick to a specific plan…. :)
Hmm. Actually, I did have a bit of an application for myself, but that wasn’t it. (Although it’s a good one! :))
I actually considered writing more, but it occurred to me that readers might all come up with different applications for themselves, so I left it as it was.
I was actually thinking about organization – how part of me wants to just be free to do whatever I want to do when I want to do it, but the reality is I need a framework of organization in order for me to be truly free.
When there’s no plan or organization, I tend to want to get away and read a book or escape to a mall. But when my desk is clear and I know what I need to do, I’m much more likely to get it done. Yet, I hate it when I have to stick to a specific plan…. :)
Hi NJ:
Are you thinking of what I think you are thinking?…i.e. a sense of connection with the Spirit of God?
When I am well prayed up, I feel strong and confident. I feel like I am sitting on top of the world. The usual nuisances of the world do not disturb me. But when I become careless in my prayer life and allow myself to become spiritually lazy, it is like the world is top of me. Little things begin to bother me and memories of long-gone bad events begin to overwhelm me. I feel lost, weak disconnected and vulnerable. It is like wet paper can cut me.
Thank God for His connection—the invisible leash!
Monica
Hi NJ:
Are you thinking of what I think you are thinking?…i.e. a sense of connection with the Spirit of God?
When I am well prayed up, I feel strong and confident. I feel like I am sitting on top of the world. The usual nuisances of the world do not disturb me. But when I become careless in my prayer life and allow myself to become spiritually lazy, it is like the world is top of me. Little things begin to bother me and memories of long-gone bad events begin to overwhelm me. I feel lost, weak disconnected and vulnerable. It is like wet paper can cut me.
Thank God for His connection—the invisible leash!
Monica