I had a dream last night. True story.
I was walking my dog, Beaux. He’s a Shih Tzu (don’t judge me). A large dog approached us and starting sniffing around him. Beaux was scared and I was suspicious that this was a wolf, so I picked Beaux up and held him. The wolf-dog lost interest and moved away from us. There was another large dog nearby, to my left and behind us. Big, white dog — looked like a German shepherd. The wolf-dog and white dog began to fight. Although it started as an even match, as I turned to watch the wolf-dog quickly got the upper hand. I woke up as the wolf-dog was tearing the rear leg off the white shepherd.
Lying there in the dark (it was about 3:30 am), it occurred to me that I’ve tried to be the white dog. I’ve tried to rely on my own strength. There is always a wolf that shows up who is stronger than me. Every time. In my best moments, I’ve been the Shih Tzu. I look to my protector, Jesus, and humbly submit to His care. He picks me up and I am safe. When I’m in His arms, the wolf loses interest and moves away.
The thief comes only to steal and kill and destroy; I have come that they may have life, and have it to the full. “I am the good shepherd. The good shepherd lays down his life for the sheep.”