Captain is nearly two years old now, a teenager in dog years. We keep him tied to an anchor, attached to a leash, or locked in a kennel or the house. Captain is just about anything but obedient. If he gets one whiff of an open door, he’s off, hoping that he can squeeze through before one of us catches him by the collar or leg.
I am hopeful that with time and age he will learn obedience. Right now, though, if he manages to escape it takes a lot of treats and luck to round him back up. Even if I want him to follow me into the livingroom, I have to kneel down and offer pats and kisses. If I want him to come into the bedroom, I shut the door so he thinks I don’t want him in. Then he pushes the door open and trots on in.
An older dog, and not a beagle who was governed by her nose like Captain is, Kelly could actually go outside without a leash or line attached to her. She would come if called, and it didn’t take candy and cajoling. But we had to watch Kelly, as well.
If she made it past the barn, I could holler until the cows came home, and she would completely ignore me. Her obedience was in direct correlation to her proximity to me.
Sometimes I wonder if I am following God’s plan for my future. I think I am making a good decision, and then I am struck with the idea that perhaps Satan is trying to trick me. Maybe instead of hearing God’s whispers, I am hearing Satan’s lies. Then I realize that I am not close to the barn, let alone past it. I am standing at the Master’s door with a gentle lead attached to my collar.
I take solace in the knowledge that Satan’s twist in the tale to kill the Son of God resulted in the birth of all God’s children. So even if I get mixed messages, if I follow God’s ways, like Jesus, I will still be a part of a bigger plan that in the end turns Satan on his head.