Abby bounded out of her house to greet me. She leapt and
raced, tongue out poised to grab a juicy kiss. I turned this way and that to
avoid being knocked over with her exuberant welcome. Abby is the three-year-old
German shepherd owned by our neighbours.
Pure joy. She isn’t restrained by fears or apprehension; no
guilty secrets hinder her welcome: she greets me with unbounded enthusiasm. She
doesn’t ask anything of me; she’s just excited to see someone at her door.
No, not much of a guard dog, unless she were going to lick
the intruder into submission.
Sitting in the prayer window later, I stilled myself and
waited on God. I was quiet, restrained, respectful.
I wonder if he’d prefer me to bound into his presence,
singing his praises and rejoicing in his blessings and love?
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