Dog-like Faith


This is my sweet girl, Bella. She is 15 years old. This may be an unusual inspiration for a blog post, but it makes perfect sense, since I was awake at 2:00 in the morning thinking about it. Lol.

The first title I thought about was Sniffing God, or Sniffing for God. I decided that sounded too intrusive of God’s personal space.

My husband has been out of town this week and Bella misses him. Sometimes she will lay on the back of the couch and howl out the window, especially around the time he usually comes home. She also takes extra time sniffing around outside trying to pick up his sent.

That got me thinking about other things she does. When my husband comes home and sits in his chair she will jump up and sniff his face, snorting into the corner of his beard, checking his smell. And one of her favorite places to be is laying between my legs when I’m in my recliner. And that bed you see in the picture, she will pull it around on the floor until she can lay in it close enough to the both of us.

Why did this make me think of God? What if we desired to be with God the way dogs want to be with their masters? Just as Bella sniffs us to see who we’ve been with and cries when we go out without her, what if we sought where God has been and where he was going? What if we found our comfort just being in his presence?

You will seek me and find me, when you seek me with all your heart.

Jeremiah 29:13 (ESV)

What if we wanted to please him and were ecstatic when he rewarded our behavior?

Without faith no one can please God because the one coming to God must believe He exists, and He rewards those who come seeking.

Hebrews 11:6 (VOICE)

I imagine this metaphor is limited, but maybe it is thought provoking? I can imagine my inner dog, tail wagging, when God comes home. Can you?

I hope this post makes you smile.

Grace & Peace,


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