IS THERE A FATTEST BONE WAITING FOR MY DOG?

This post isn't about dogs, yet it's kinda-sorta-maybe about dogs. Lol.

I have a dog. Her name is Ruby. She’s a beautiful one, really fierce on the outside as well, but when it comes to me and my family? She’s romantically helpless.

No matter how fearsome she appears to be to people on the outside, how confident she looks in her ability to make others cower, her being and entirety are dependent on me and five others.

Well, these days I can’t help but find similarities between me and my dog. Wild right?

I’m not trying to sound demeaning of human nature in any way, so hear me when I write again that these days, I find similarities between myself and my dog. And if you’re honest with yourself, you would see it too.

The truth is, I’m waiting on God for something.

Some days, more desperately than others. I try to play it cool, downplay my need or urgency for this thing, and push it to the far back of the living room of my mind so I don’t get burdened by the lack of it.

Still, on some days like today, I can’t help the desperation and utter helplessness that I feel because of my inability to get what I want, especially because I know there’s only ONE person who can give it to me.

My Master.

Let me paint a clearer picture for you. A certain day in my house, no one but my dog was home. We all had to rush in the early hours of the day to different destinations, and for some reason, we forgot to consider my dog. There wasn’t time to change her water, cook her meal, or give an affectionate rub. We all just trooped out.

I was the first to get back to the house that day. I was worn out and just needed to rest my tired legs, but I was softened when I spotted the nose of my dog at the gate sniffing the floor and wagging her tail excitedly, waiting all day. Just…. Waiting.

No one was happier to see a friendly face than Ruby.

As I opened the gate, she pounced on me and tried to desperately feel me over like her existence depended on it because it did.

I checked the time. 4:50 pm. Ruby had been waiting all day to be loved on, to be fed, and to feel heard, but she hadn’t complained about the unintentional neglect.

She simply cried, wagged, licked, and danced around me while hinting in her way that her need had not been met.

How exactly dogs feel having to wait on their masters for their basic living and existence, I might never know. But these days, I’ve come close to scratching that surface.

If you haven’t figured it out by now, let me spell it out to you. This blog post is more for me than it is for you.

Or if you’re waiting on God for something, I’m willing to share this moment of reflection with you, lol.

It’s a bit easier in my case because while waiting can be a painful process to go through, I feel seen, heard, and understood by my Master, but still, the utter helplessness of my situation stuns me.

So, these days, I’m kinder to my dog for no reason. Because in a way, I’m familiar with the knowledge that handing your life over to someone means trusting that they won’t mismanage it and believing that they would always have your best interests at heart.

So yeah, my dog trusts me. And I trust God.

No matter how restless I feel, how desperately I need a solution, and how helpless I can be on some days, I’ll learn to wait.

Like a dog waits for the fattest bone promised by its master, because it always comes.

The fattest bone, I mean, lol. And well, everything else if you get the drift.

So, to answer my question of how dogs wait, I’ll take a cue from what my waiting season feels like.

Frustrating, Restless, scary, but obediently patient.

Patient today. Hopeful again, and again.

Till it comes.

If you read till the end, I thank you. If you’re waiting on Abba for something as well, I’m praying for you.

Till I write again, bye!