I have a dog that does double duty as a vacuum. She sweeps the floor at least four or five times a day (probably more) inhaling whatever edible crumbs her keen nose detects. We have to lock her in her crate at dinner time just for a moment’s peace; she is the vigilant watchman, poised to act at the slightest indicator of food on the floor, and of course eagerly waiting for her name to be called to come get it. And oh, the joy of anticipation for the finished meal; for there is always a little something left over just for her, and she knows it.
I learn a lot from my pets; God often uses them to speak truths to me in ways I can see and understand more simply. This morning as I realized God had fulfilled a promise and answered a prayer in a far greater way than I had imagined, my plucky pup was doing her usual rounds in the kitchen, checking the corners and under chairs for the tiniest crumbs off the table. I watched her run her frantic food search for a minute, amused, before I tossed her Liam’s leftover chunk of cheeseburger from last night’s meal. And then the revelation struck.
Sometimes I get in a hurry and worry about making ends meet. I ask God for help when I need it, of course, but I believe in putting feet on my prayers. I’m no better than the dog, running circles around the kitchen, scanning the corners and under chairs for tiny morsels. I’m so busy looking for crumbs off the table, I totally miss my heavenly Father standing close by with a huge blessing in His big hands, just waiting to give it to me.
Today I want to take a minute to say thank you to the Hand that feeds me, that gives me so much more than I need. He tolerates my anxiety and silly circling of trying to take care of things. He doesn’t get angry with me, although He does occasionally put me in a “crate” so I have to be still and patient for a while.
There’s only one thing my dog loves more than scraps: being held. She doesn’t just circle the kitchen for crumbs; she circles the couch for cuddles. She has to be invited onto the couch, as it is a huge privilege, and her whole wiggly body radiates with joy when she gets to lay in my lap. She’ll stay as long as you’ll let her, totally content just to be held.
My heavenly Father not only meets my needs, but gives me exceedingly more than I ask for. He loves me with an everlasting love, and even lets me crawl up into His big lap to be held. Oh, how I love Jesus. ❤
“But my God shall supply all your need according to his riches in glory by Christ Jesus. Now unto God and our Father be glory for ever and ever. Amen.” Philippians 4:19-20