This is an older writing of mine, but it is one of my favorite memories of looking for the beauty in living. Sometimes we can get so lost in the busyness of life, we fail to notice the lessons we can learn, just by being observant.
I used to drive into town from the suburbs almost every day of the week. Like a deer with eyes fixed on the headlights, I don’t often notice what’s going on In my peripheral vision. My eyes usually stay focused on the road ahead. I truly admire my husband’s ability to see an eagle in the sky or a deer in the forest, but that ain’t me. When I drive, I’m all business.
Each day, however, I couldn’t help but notice a scruffy, older fellow walking down the side of the river with his Golden Retriever. They appeared to be long- time friends. The man would throw a stick ahead of him – the dog tooled out to retrieve it. If the man would stop to rest, his dog lay his head in the man’s lap. It was clear they cared very much for each other.
Occasionally the man would be pedaling on an old dilapidated relic of a bike. The dog’s leash was held tightly in his hand and the dog kept up a steady pace alongside his master. The man deliberately cranked away on the pedals, but it was apparent he wasn’t going to go very fast. The dog often pulled most of the weight of the bike and the man, but he didn’t seem to mind.
One day I saw the two of them sitting on a bench sharing a sandwich. The man slowly unpeeled the wrapping from his feast as the dog began to salivate, but sat quietly watching each move as the man lifted the treat into his mouth and chewed. He could almost taste the peanut butter attaching itself to the roof of his mouth, but still he waited. His patience would pay off as the final bite would serve as a reward for his patience.
They seemed inseparable – like an extension of one another. The dog relied on his master and the man depended on the eyes of his dog. It didn’t take too long to realize that the lonely man was blind. His dog was a dedicated service animal.
I don’t live in that neighborhood anymore, but the memory of their special bond is still very vivid to me. The dog had become the eyes the man had lost and the man became the nurturer that the dog needed.
It’s good to have someone to rely on when we need help – when we can’t do things on our own – when we feel alone or lost. Our God is available at a moment’s notice. He doesn’t want us to be unhappy or fearful. He didn’t make us that way. Doubt, pride and disobedience separated us from God for a time, but He still love us as His own dear children. His desire is for our complete happiness. Call on Him. He’s waiting to hear from you.