When walking two dogs, it is imperative to keep each on its own side. I don’t assign sides based on the dog’s sex or coloring, it just has to be consistent throughout the walk. Next time, they may switch places, but for the duration of this walk, as long as I have their leashes wrapped around my hands, they need to stay on their assigned side. The trail varies. Sometimes, the grass is on Hunter’s side while Bigos has to pass by cars. Other times, the roles are reversed. Still other times, we take a leisurely break on a large patch of grass where they can both sniff to their hearts’ content and frolic about (as Hunter often does).
Yet for some reason, they always seem to think that the other dog got the better deal. They try to cross over in front of me, either getting kicked in the head in the process (since I’m still walking straight ahead, and they don’t look where they’re going), or they keep getting pulled back and yelled at.
It was on one such walk that I thought about how similarly we humans behave. God gave us a specific side of the road to stick to, simply for the sake of easing His being able to manage us safely and effectively. After all, He is leading us; without Him, we’d be stray dogs on the street. So why do we seem to think that the grass is always greener on the other side? And why do we get upset when we get kicked when trying to push our way to where we think we ought to be? “God doesn’t love me”, “God doesn’t care”, “It’s not fair that I have to be on this side while my spouse/friend/neighbor gets to be on the other side”. Seriously, it would do us some good to realize that we are not the only ones having this sort of complaint. Others look at our life and wish they were in our shoes. How much simpler life would be if we just turned ourselves over to God? He really does know what He’s doing.