Fighting Assistance
My dog got really sick with symptoms that no one wants to read about (nor hear on television commercials during dinner time.) She managed to ruin our new carpet, when we didn't wake up to let her out at midnight. I was beyond upset, but knew she would have avoided the whole episode if she was able. So called the vet and guess what? He was out of the office that day. We got her the next available appointment.
The vet gave her 3 anti-whatever pills and this morning I'd have loved a video of me trying to give them to her. All his techniques did not work! She refused to chew, shallow or didn't care if I blew on her nose. She was having nothing doing with any pills even dipped in peanut butter, then with cookies, then with ham. ACK! We both ended up with peanut butter everywhere, but this stubborn woman (thank you Lord:) won the battle. My husband gets this evenings pill dosing as he was outside for all this mucking around and proceeded to tell me how he would do it.
But I started to think about how often I make a mess of things and God is so patient and willing to clean me up and give me assistance, yet I'm stubborn and won't let Him "fix me." I keep dwelling on the mistakes I made and what a mess I made of things, that I can't get beyond the incident to the lesson waiting on the other side.
My dog was denying assistance because she didn't know the medicine was in her best interest. She just tasted the bitter pills, no matter how they were disguised. If I were in relationship with God daily through prayer, reading His word, and learning to listen for the Holy Spirit's direction, I would be able to recognize those moments when I'm getting a bitter pill, not to punish me, but to heal me, to make me a better person in Christ. I too need to quit fighting His assistance and learn to trust and obey.
Sick pup at the vet.
The vet gave her 3 anti-whatever pills and this morning I'd have loved a video of me trying to give them to her. All his techniques did not work! She refused to chew, shallow or didn't care if I blew on her nose. She was having nothing doing with any pills even dipped in peanut butter, then with cookies, then with ham. ACK! We both ended up with peanut butter everywhere, but this stubborn woman (thank you Lord:) won the battle. My husband gets this evenings pill dosing as he was outside for all this mucking around and proceeded to tell me how he would do it.
But I started to think about how often I make a mess of things and God is so patient and willing to clean me up and give me assistance, yet I'm stubborn and won't let Him "fix me." I keep dwelling on the mistakes I made and what a mess I made of things, that I can't get beyond the incident to the lesson waiting on the other side.
My dog was denying assistance because she didn't know the medicine was in her best interest. She just tasted the bitter pills, no matter how they were disguised. If I were in relationship with God daily through prayer, reading His word, and learning to listen for the Holy Spirit's direction, I would be able to recognize those moments when I'm getting a bitter pill, not to punish me, but to heal me, to make me a better person in Christ. I too need to quit fighting His assistance and learn to trust and obey.
Jeremiah 33:6
"Nevertheless, I will bring health and healing to it; I will heal my people and will let them enjoy abundance peace and security.."
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