Bark With Faith
Willa, our German/Australian mix shepherd looks forward to going out
every morning as most dogs do. Though it's still dark, she does her
business then sits on her covered porch and enjoys the smells and sounds
of early morning. After an hour or so she wonders if I'm cooking anything
yet.
"Woof!"(one sharp bark means she wants in.)
Let me finish this thought first, I think sitting at the table surrounded with
my Bible, other books, and stacks of scattered notes.
As I scribble another sentence in my journal she barks again. By Willa's
third bark I open the back door and see her curled up on her outdoor dog
bed. She hasn't moved an inch from her comfort zone. Once she sees me
open the door on her behalf, she stretches her legs, slowly stands, jumps
down, and walks though the open door.
"Gosh Willa, can't you bark in faith that I will open the door, even though
it may not be until your third request?"
it may not be until your third request?"
At once I see a picture of myself praying as if from her dog bed. Yelping
out prayers without moving one inch closer to the door I desperately ask
God to open. Not a single move until I see God's answer unfold with my physical eyes. What's wrong with this picture God is showing me?
"Faith is the substance of things hoped for the evidence of things not seen" (Heb. 11: 1.)
Other times Willa crawls under her porch and sleeps there. Later in the
day she often barks from down under and waits for me to open the door.
But when I do, she can't even see me standing there saying, "I thought
you wanted in?" Sometimes I shut it and wait until she's serious enough
to crawl out from under her circumstances to show me she truly wants in.
"Bark in faith Willa! Show you trust your master to open the door by
moving toward it."
"Pray in faith, Kathleen! Show you trust Your Master to open the right
door by moving toward it. Live as if He listens to your prayers."
God loves hearing our prayers, and even treasures them in heaven.
Thank You, God for reminding us what a powerful treasure we hold every
time we pray. Thanks for showing us to step toward the door, believing
You will open it. And if it's not the right one for us, guide us to the right
door.
out prayers without moving one inch closer to the door I desperately ask
God to open. Not a single move until I see God's answer unfold with my physical eyes. What's wrong with this picture God is showing me?
"Faith is the substance of things hoped for the evidence of things not seen" (Heb. 11: 1.)
Other times Willa crawls under her porch and sleeps there. Later in the
day she often barks from down under and waits for me to open the door.
But when I do, she can't even see me standing there saying, "I thought
you wanted in?" Sometimes I shut it and wait until she's serious enough
to crawl out from under her circumstances to show me she truly wants in.
"Bark in faith Willa! Show you trust your master to open the door by
moving toward it."
"Pray in faith, Kathleen! Show you trust Your Master to open the right
door by moving toward it. Live as if He listens to your prayers."
God loves hearing our prayers, and even treasures them in heaven.
Thank You, God for reminding us what a powerful treasure we hold every
time we pray. Thanks for showing us to step toward the door, believing
You will open it. And if it's not the right one for us, guide us to the right
door.
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