“My sheep hear My voice, and I know them, and they follow Me; and I give eternal life to them and they shall never perish; and no one shall snatch them out of My hand,” ~John 10:27-28
© 2016 Lynn Abbott
Puppies hate leashes. I know that because nearly three years ago I brought home a beautiful, chocolate-colored, Labradoodle puppy.
We named him “Bentley,” and so began our sojourn as “puppy parents.”
Determined to start things off right, I put a leash on him as soon as I arrived home and then, I gently lifted him from the Jeep.
My plan was to introduce him to his new outdoor space.
He balked. He pulled. He scratched at the leash. He bit it. He tried to run from it. Of course, he didn’t know that an un-fenced garden near a major rural road posed a grave danger to an 8 1/2 week old pup. For a puppy, that busy road personified death and destruction.
After a few weeks, he learned to tolerate the leash, or as the English call it, “the lead.” However, on our daily walks, his pulling would periodically emerge.
In fact, I could pretty much predict that he would pull when I announced to him that we were going home.
With my happy declaration, Bentley suddenly transformed into a horse. And he hurried to the proverbial barn.
Not surprisingly, he looked for the shortest distance between two points. It didn’t matter to Bentley whether that meant plunging through poison ivy, briar patches, neighbor’s yards, or marshy patches.
He knew where he wanted to be and he was determined to find the shortest possible–albeit perilous–path to his beloved destination.
Without regard to consequences, Bentley ran ahead. All too often, I found myself gently reminding him to “Follow me.”
I smile when I stop to think about it. How much like Bentley I can be!
The Master has promised me, ‘’I know the plans I have for you… Plans for welfare and not calamity, to give you a future and a hope,’’ (Jeremiah 29:11).
Yet, I run ahead. I believe I know precisely the most direct way to get to this wonderful, promised destination. No waiting. Why bother with the “future” bit? I know a supreme shortcut.
God must simply smile when my pup-like enthusiasm makes an appearance. After all, He sees the entire landscape of my life and knows the best path from here to there.
And obviously, this “pup” can’t see that far.
Indeed, were it not for God’s loving “Lead,” I would most certainly run headlong into brambles, thorns … I would wander off His path, and fail to arrive safely at the glorious destination.
Thus, while God’s light touch affords me freedom to explore, His “Lead” directs me. When I attempt to wander far off the path, He gently corrects my course.
And I hear Grace whisper, “Follow Me.”