Lessons With Edward

Never give up; you never know until you try.

The air smells just like laundry straight off the clothesline and feels just like laundry straight from the dryer. Edward can't help himself; he just has to escape and feel the wind in his face as he runs as fast as his legs will carry him. The day beckons, and he must obey. Rules are made to be broken, so he ignores the firm but gentle command of "Don't cross," bolting forward. The leash jerks from his parent's hand, and Edward rushes out of his parent’s grasp and into the arms of freedom.

Poor Edward quickly learns that freedom has a price. In his case, the price is the nasty gash he sustains on one of his legs. The one that will undoubtedly leave a permanent scar as a reminder that rules are there to make his life safer and better.

Edward is my parents' dog, and the other day he was M. I. A. for an hour before he finally returned home. My folks still have no idea what the little guy got into, but he obviously got more than he bargained for.

I've thought a lot this week about little Edward's latest escapade. As I've written before, I'm in the process of making some big changes in my life, and they're not happening as fast as I'd like them to. I know that God has a reason for the supposed slowness of the process, but I still find myself wanting to try to hurry things along. At those times, I try to remind myself that everything has a season and that my job is to live in each one as God would have me to live. If it were time for a different season, then it would be a different season.  As much as I may sometimes hate them, the Lord’s rules are there to make my life safer and better.  His timetable is there to make my life safer and better.  Thanks to Edward, I’ll now have an extra reminder of that every time I look at the scar on his leg.

(Did you notice the homage to "Travels With Charley?"  If you haven't read the book by John Steinbeck, I highly recommend it.) http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Travels_With_Charley