Little Zeva McGee has been staying at our house for the past couple of days.  Normally, that’s something that really excites all of us because she is just so darn cute.  This time was no exception.  Well, until it was time to go to bed that is.  That little dog went to yelping like never before!  She yelped and panted until she couldn’t yelp or pant anymore, then she would catch her breath and get some water just to return to the yelping and panting.  She was longing to be heard, to be seen by one of us.  She may have very well driven herself crazy (we were already there) when footprints were heard in the kitchen.  Someone was willing to admit they heard her, willing to be seen by her.  Maybe it’s because they thought it was best for her, maybe it was because they were just sick of the yelping but that little lady soon found herself outside.  Someone had thrown her a bone and it was there that she found freedom!  She was able to run and play, if she wanted to.  She could opt to curl up and just rest there, if she’d rather. 

Sometimes, I think God does that for me too.  He hears my earnest plea for a glimpse at what He’s doing, sees my unrest and knows I long only to see Him.  Today, He gave me a moment in the day where clarity could not be mistaken.  I had just been asking again that He show me what all of this is supposed to mean, when he walked right into my office and smiled at me.  It was like Christmas morning!  (Those of you who know me understand the gravity of that comparison.)  In that moment, my restless heart found freedom.  I opted to curl up and just rest there. 

If there’s one thing I know for sure, it’s that when God throws you a bone– it’s okay to drop what you’re doing and play catch…