He just lays there

My son walked in a few days before Christmas with a ball of fur in his hands and said "Merry Christmas". As most of you know, I am my wife's caregiver, and we already have a 12 year old blind Cock-a-poo dog, so the thought of adding a puppy wasn't real keen to me. Since you can't really say NO to a Christmas present I took on the added responsibility. Of course as much as I hate to admit it, "Winston" and I have bonded and are now pretty much inseparable.

When I do leave the house he lays at the front door waiting for me to return. BTW, dd I mention that this cute little 8 pound furball that my son brought in, is not 5 months old and weighs 60 pounds. So when I try to open the door, I have to shove 60 pounds (and counting) out of the way. I got to thinking how nice it is too have someone or something love you that much, that every time you leave, their absolutely lost in the thought of waiting for you unti you come back. What an honor. What dedication. What love.

As I was pondering over this situation the other day the Lord seemed to point out to me, that every time we walk away from Him, He is patiently waiting for us to come back home. No matter if we've just left for some "fun and sun" and just decided to stay on the beach on Sunday, or if we have let what someone said come between us and Him, He's there waiting for us to come back home. What love, what dedication that our Heavenly Father cares so much about us that He never gives up on us, but rather just lovingly waits for us to return. What an Honor to serve such a God, a God who created this whole universe, who designed every organ in us to make such an outstanding, intricate machine as the human body, and yet, He waits patiently for us to come back home to Him.

I can tell you that Winston is not perfect, he's just a dog. He still has accidents, he still barks at times when I don't want him to, but he still shows me unconditional love. We serve a great God who is perfect and though we are just human, he shows us unconditional love. I take care of Winston by feeding him, making sure he has water and a nice warm bed to lay in, and giving him as much attention as I can, so I guess I could say that I sort of earn part of that unconditional love that he gives to me. With God, it is a different story. There's nothing that I can do to be worthy of His unconditional love. He just loves me, because He does, so I think that from now on, every time I see where I've let the world get between me and God, I'm going to get back home to Him as fast as I can, because I know that He is waiting for me to come home.