I was hoping to share some good weight loss news with you this evening, but apparently God has other plans because there is something else He wants me to say. I really need to be doing my discussion board and a paper that is due this Sunday, but I have to get this out.
It is 8:40 p.m., and I just returned from taking the dogs for a walk. Separately. D.T. and I have an agreement. He cooks supper, and I walk the dogs. You see, he just doesn't enjoy the task of walking them because they are pullers, which makes for a most unpleasant experience. I don't have a problem with it, though, because I really don't like to cook. So, the arrangement works for us, as long as I don't walk them together. That, I could not handle, but hey, I need the burned calories from a double walk, anyway.
Tonight, however, was entirely different. The dogs usually aren't that bad for me. A few minutes of pulling, and they typically relax into an enjoyable pace for everyone. Like I said, though, that was not the case this evening. From the first step out the door until we got back, this was probably the worst walk I have ever been on. Ever. Goldie did pretty well, but Ben was HORRIBLE! I thought he was going to rip my arm off. My hand was sore from the leash that was wrapped around it, cutting off the circulation every time he would put his nose to the ground (which was at least every 3 seconds) or lunge at some random leaf. 30 seconds into the walk, I told him that this was going to be a short walk if he kept acting like this. Like he could understand me, or something. On we went. I figured he had to give in eventually.
Not even two minutes later, I figured that I might as well use our walking time to pray, if I could even concentrate enough to think. Immediately, I sensed God speak to me. "You are like him," and I knew exactly what He meant. He was right. I am just like him. I am excited to be going for a walk, and I want to explore every single option along the way. I don't want to go where He is leading. I want to go the direction I want to go. I don't want to go the pace that He is walking. I want to go at my own speed... faster! I don't pay a bit of attention to the car He hears coming behind us or the car He sees turning out of the parking lot in front of us. I'm too busy smelling the ground, chasing leaves, and barking at other dogs I would like to be playing with. I don't realize that the walk would be so much more enjoyable if I just fell into step with my Leader.
I'm not even sure what that looks like, but I want to know. I don't want to pull God's arm off.
I guess I just need to ask Him which way we are walking today. Or, better yet, just walk...
Living in His JOY, HOPE, and PEACE...