Bullet

As I write this post tonight, Bullet the Dog is making his nightly rounds. He asks me to let him out. He runs around the house and marks his territory, comes back inside, drinks some water, begs for a bone, and repeats this cycle until he is satisfied. When he is satisfied, he finds my dad, prepares his place, and goes to sleep. If my dad moves to another room, Bullet moves with him. For the rest of the night, wherever my dad is, there Bullet will be. Once his basic needs are met, Bullet’s only concern is being with the person he loves most in the world…because, ultimately, he knows that that person loves and will take care of him. And my dad does love Bullet…

I’ve said this before, but I can’t help but say it again. I wonder what would happen if we lived more like Bullet—in total love and adoration of our Master who is not only our Provider but our Creator, Redeemer, and Sustainer. I wonder what would happen if we lived more like the dog in this picture—in total contentment just to be—not missing the beauty or sacredness of the moment due to worries—but breathing through the movement or stillness and taking it all in…