A predawn scratching on the door told me Zeus was ready for his morning walk. I usually rise and open the bedroom door to be greeted by a wet tongue, and a dance of anticipation as he joyfully greets me in the morning.
PS 143:8 (ISV) In the morning let me hear of your gracious love, for in you I trust. Cause me to know the way I should take, because I have set my hope on you.
Today, however, was different. I opened the door and barely caught a glimpse of his tail end as he slipped across the floor towards the front door. There at the door he likes to get his chin rubbed and his head scratched before we proceed.
Today, however, was different. All his attention was on the door, and what was beyond it. I barely opened it a crack and he was gone; down the sidewalk, thru the gate, and out of sight.
I was always the center of his focus as we began our daily routine, but it was clear there had seen something beyond the gate all along, and it called louder than I did.
May I tell you that there are mornings that I am no different than that old brown dog? My routine of reading the word, checking out a devotion, and praying sometimes goes out the door like that old dog after a skunk. There is something out there in the world that sometimes overrides my time with the Lord. Overshadows our time together. Sends me out the door hungry for something beyond biscuits, and sends me on my way unfed and unprepared for the day. Some days it calls louder than He does.
Zeus will be back, later in the day, when the hunger overcomes him and he recalls the one who waits at the door. He will be back.
What will it take to bring me back? You? The rest of His hurried children? Hurry. Even as the door is closing, He is yet waiting.
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