Many of you will know that I returned to the States this week to care for my mother who had been very ill. She’s weak on the outside, but still the spunky lady within. Two of her grandchildren cared for her until my arrival. For all of you who are praying for my mother’s good health to return, I thank you.
It became quickly apparent to me, that besides not feeling well physically, she was stressed emotionally. Two stray dogs had decided to take up residence. My whole family love animals. My mother and her grandchildren were all feeling sorry for the starving, thrown away dogs. They reported the dogs to the animal shelter, and waited. Meanwhile, of course, they were feeding the pitiful animals. I will never understand cruelty to God’s creation.
My mother was sorry for the dogs, but added to that stress, her cat, Blackie, had left home. He had been gone for a week. Obviously, Blackie could not face or do battle with the two giants that had encroached upon his territory. I took over the search for Blackie, going out at meal times, calling his name, but to no avail. I walked over to the barn, calling his name, but no results followed.
Finally, men from the animal shelter arrived and took the dogs away. The handlers were so kind. My mother was comforted by this, but now, where was Blackie? I continued my search. Last evening, just as dusk was covering the earth in shadows of coming darkness, I went outside. My gaze travelled over the fields around our house. Suddenly, I froze to my spot, straining my eyes, focusing on something black and white in the distance. Could it be? Was it Blackie? I began to call his name. The black and white something stopped, also frozen to the spot. I called again, and this time the black and white something began to run in my direction. Yes! It was Blackie coming home! I kept calling his name, and he kept running towards me. He ran across the field, under the fence, past the barn, and up the porch steps. He rolled over, inviting me to tickle his tummy, I made a great, joyful fuss over his return. He, too, was making a great, joyful fuss over being back home. Oh, what joy!
Blackie had been frightened away by the giant dogs entering his world. He could not cope, so he ran away. That’s understandable for a little animal in its physical world. However, it’s a greater sadness for us in our spiritual worlds, when we, too, facing giants in our lives, decide the best course of action is to run away. Perhaps some seemingly insurmountable something has arrived in our world. It’s big. We feel there’s no way out. We begin to vacate, choosing ways to escape. Perhaps we withdraw from family and friends. We become consumed with our problems to the point that we withdraw from our heavenly Father, too. Now, that’s the real sadness.
You see, our heavenly Father is the only One who has the perfect answers. He’s the only One who knows the way out. When giants enter our world, it’s not the time to run away; it’s the time to remember, as it says in Isaiah 59:15-16, “The Lord looked and was displeased to find there was no justice. He was amazed to see that no one intervened to help the oppressed. So He, Himself, stepped in to save them with His strong arm.”
Are you surrounded today by walls of difficulty, too high to climb over? Are you running away from those you love because giants of impossibility have trespassed your peace and calm? Do you feel no one truly understands? Do you tell yourself that no one can really cares? Then, please, look up to your heavenly Father. I assure you; you will find Him looking back at you. He wants to help you. He has the strength that you do not possess. Wherever you are today — will you listen to your Father? He’s calling your name. Run to His protection and guidance. Run into His arms of strength and love.
“So let us come boldly to the throne of our gracious God. There we will receive mercy, and we will find grace to help us when we need it most.” Hebrews 4:16