Tail Wagging Good News

My parents brought a stray dog home. As of this writing her name is either Lucy or Lady. Until that is officially settled, I’ve decided to call her Lady Lucy. Easter Sunday was Lady Lucy’s first family holiday. She enjoyed herself immensely. Had her tail wagged any faster she might have levitated. It became increasingly clear to all of us that Lady Lucy was doing everything within her little Dachshund heart to fit in.

Mama is not at all fond of Papa’s growing herd of cats hanging out on the patio. I’m not suggesting Lady Lucy picked up on that. I’m sure it was just the DNA thing, but Lady Lucy did make sure the patio was a cat free zone for the big egg hunt, thus effectively securing her a spot in Nanee’s affections. Lady Lucy, however, had only just begun campaigning for popularity. Nothing seemed to be too much to ask of her, not even being carried around the neck by one well-meaning yard young-un. At one point Lady Lucy actually resigned herself to riding in a flimsy wicker basket that’d been hastily tied onto the handlebars of five-year-old Emery’s bicycle. I don’t know what that poor dog had been through before she arrived at my parents’ house but it was obvious she hoped to put down permanent roots in this new place where the people were friendly and the table scraps plenteous.

Lady Lucy has me thinking about the lengths some people will go to, and the things they’ll put up with to belong. Our human hearts crave acceptance and we’ll perform for it, too. If we don’t know better, we’ll even try performing our way into God’s good graces. And sometimes, we’ll even try to “approach” the throne on our own merits once we do know better. Let’s not frustrate the grace of Christ Jesus. He paid the price for us to be accepted in God’s family and “through Him we come in and out and find pasture,” John 10:9. Lady Lucy might say, “That is some tail wagging good news.”

Hugs,
Shellie