I find a few hopeless things in life.
One is my poor dog, Rowdy. A little over a month ago, he came limping home from one of his treks through my daughter's acreage. He was literally dragging his left front leg as if he'd had a stroke. We thought he'd broken it. The vet told us it was nerve damage. He is a monstrous old mutt with the strength of an ox. It appears he got his leg caught in something and pulled it loose to free himself from some unknown entrapment. He did so much damage to his leg that it will no longer support his weight. We were to give him about two months to see if it would heal and reconnect the wiring inside the nerve-damaged areas.
I returned home after nearly a month of being with my granddaughter awaiting a baby that didn't come while I was there. Rowdy is still without any use in his leg. It just drags as he limps toward me for his morning greeting and pats. Hopeless. I don't know that I will let the vet amputate. Don't think it will make much difference in his gate or mobility. And, today when I sat down on my adirondack chair on the patio, he tossed his limp leg into my lap as he crawled up for an ear-rub. That silly dog thinks he is a puppy. He could no more fit in my lap than 100-pound gorilla. But he tried. And I hugged him and let him come as close as he could get.
Isn't it wonderful that God is bigger than us? He has plenty of room for us. We come to Him with our limps, our battles, our mangled past and He lifts us up so that our feet may not slip. Such love--such incomprehensible fathomless depth. And we look forward to a new body, no longer flawed by the trials of life, the struggles which tore at our souls and left us limp and powerless to move as we would like to move. Oh, such completion we have to look forward to when we face the hopeless situations of life with the sufficiency of His grace. selahV
[copyrighted, SelahV Today, 2008]