Day 363 - Poor puppy! As you probably know - or now know - I have a dog. A really adorable boxer named Puck. He can be pretty perfect when he wants to be, or rather obstinate the rest of the time…Anyway, he has basically live his life (up to this point) with a ton of room to run around and be a dog. But recently, since we’ve moved, he’s had to make do with less space than he has been accustomed to. It’s been a bit difficult to train him with his new boundaries. Not because they’re smaller, but because of the white flags.
Now, it’s difficult to see in the picture, but there are actually little white flags that mark the perimeter of the electric fence. These are actually what’s preventing him from going outside at the moment. Sure, the shock is a deterrent, but he has to be too close to the line to get shocked in the first place. But as I was saying, he pretty much a puppy when we first trained him for the electric fence at our old place, but we used flags then too. Just the sight of them the first day we put them up had him shaking even now. He’s been shocked several times before, but once he got used to it, it rather stopped being effective unless we upped the setting. However, bring out those tiny pieces of plastic and metal sticks, and we can hardly get him outside. Why? The memories.His memories of the consequences those white flags represent outweigh the actuality of the situation. He knows what it is to be shocked - it’s unpleasant, but it’s not harmful - and yet a week ago, he still couldn’t bring himself to stray too far from the actual house. As you can see in the picture, he’s worked his way much closer since then, and now we can just let him out without having to attend to him. So what’s the point of this?
Well, sometimes, even humans tend to remember only the negative. We get so caught up in our fears of what we can recall that we forget to look for the good that came out of it. In fact, we get so wrapped up in ourselves that we stop listening to what God might have to say on the matter. We close our hearts and our minds and when God comes knocking, we allow Him no entrance. We make our memories into absolutes and refuse to even consider listening to and following the plan of our Creator. So here’s my advice for that: Force yourself to remember whatever you’re refusing to forget anyway. Replay it and think about it objectively. Or if you can’t do that, find somebody who will be objective and ask them to listen to your story. Try to find the good that might have come out of that and then sit and listen. Listen for whatever you’ve missed while God was directing you. Because I guarantee that whatever He’s been trying to soften you towards is in your best interest, despite your hesitations. Trust Him.