Another Lesson from my Dog

I learned yet another lesson from my little dog this morning.  Since she was a puppy, she has greeted every day with unrestrained exuberance.  Upon waking and realizing that she is in close proximity to me, she has always burst into a flurry of tail wagging activity...rolling on her back, digging a hole in my sheets (her rat terrier heritage) dragging her belly on the floor because it feels so good to stretch.  The more I interact with her, the more animated she gets.  To her, the world is perfect because she is with the one  who meets her every need.  And then she stops and gazes at me.  Her poignant stare speaks volumes..."it's time for breakfast.   Please feed me."  And so I do.

It is said that dogs live in the moment, grateful for what they have today, not a worry about tomorrow, nor sorrow over the past.  I believe this to be true.  With her eyes fixed only on the moment, she is free to enjoy what is....and happy simply to be in my presence.  

"This is the day that The Lord has made, let us rejoice and be glad in it."  Clearly my dog has this down to a science.  As I am  writing this,  she is contentedly sleeping in my lap...under my iPad and serving as a warm furry laptop desk.  She is secure in the knowledge that she is being cared for, a perfect example of  how I should trust God.  Oh that I should ever be so good at enjoying the moment, free of  guilt and encumbrances of the past because I am forgiven...fearless about the future because my needs are being met and always will be, by the only One who can...and best of all, happy to simply be in His presence.