My apologies. I tried to imbed it, but unless I'm missing something you can only embed a video if it's on YouTube. Whatever.
When I watched that video, I couldn't think how much that dog was like all of us. At some point in time, we all find ourselves huddled in a corner, feeling alone, we feel like the world is out to get us. We cry, we yell, sometimes we snap at people, and every great once in a while, we lose our poop.
It happens. We all have these terrifying moments on our journey where we feel abandoned, hopeless, lost. Where we've been hurt so many times that we snap at those who venture in, we do our best to shut them out, convinced that letting them in will only lead to more pain.
And the truth is, all we're waiting for, whether we realize it or not, is for someone to drag us into a place of safety, hug us, and tell us it will all be okay. We're looking for that friend who will love us even in our scared, snappy, I-pooped-myself state, who will meet us there, still covered in poop, and who will say "I don't care. Sit in my lap anyway."
The truth is, we're all looking to be loved, just as we are, in spite of our
We're hoping that someone will come to us, in the moments before our death, literal or figurative, hours before we're over the edge, and pull us into the safety zone. It's just that sometimes, we're too scared to ask. We need to be dragged into loving arms, held tightly, bathed free of our
"I will never leave thee, nor forsake thee." -- Hebrews 13:5b
"for the Lord thy God, he it is that doth go with thee; he will not fail thee, nor forsake thee." -- Deuteronomy 31:6b
"Casting all your care upon him; for he careth for you." -- I Peter 5:7
"Cast thy burden upon the Lord, and he shall sustain thee:" -- Psalm 55:22a