2017-04-12 - A Dose of the Father
We took our new family member, Melody, to the Veterinarian’s office this morning to get the rest of what she needed to be up-to-date with inoculations and medications for the next year or so. We also asked about having her nails trimmed while we were there. With her being a fifty-pound dog, I was not interested in trying to do it myself. We actually had them done last month at her first visit but it didn’t seem they had been cut. After a few weeks in between with some rain, and me trying to dry her feet when we came inside, it occurred to me why the nails didn’t really look completely trimmed. She doesn’t like anyone touching her feet, particularly the back ones. As I tried drying her feet, I attempted a few different things to distract her, and then was nearly tackling her - almost feeling like I was in a ridiculous child’s game. A cross between twister and hot potato came to mind from growing up, and taking part in some family/party games. Finally, I focused on putting a towel on the floor, hoping some of the work would get done for me as she was walking across it. Then I could pretty well do the front ones after she sat down to get her leash off, before moving on until next trip outside. With that in mind, it occurred to me that it would be even more difficult to trim the nails at a place she had never even been more than twice, and definitely not really knowing the person holding an instrument with a blade in it. So today the doctor and I discussed a mild sedative I could pick up the day before we plan to get them trimmed next time. Mel just gets too wound-up, and not knowing her full history before we adopted her from the shelter, there could be some bad experience we’re not aware of that causes anxiety with specific interactions, even though she generally seemed quite at ease with the staff after the initial meetings. We will do our best to make her experiences involving personal care as anxiety-free as possible.
Are you feeling anxious about something today? Anticipation of something to take care of, that brings you physical discomfort or uneasiness in some other way? Start with prayer. Tell the Father what’s on your mind. He already knows, but loves to hear from you - whether it’s sharing your concerns, praising his blessing you in whatever way that moment, or telling him about someone or something else you need his help with today. He can bring you comfort in so many ways: wisdom, courage, strength, forgiveness, healing, and much more. You can take a dose of those any time you need them. He gives us all we need, laid out in his word (as well as many people he works through to bring his truth to light), and all he asks is that we believe in Him and his promises. I’m so grateful to understand and have the cognizance to process that truth. It’s such a gift to realize when someone has our best in mind, never wanting to harm us. What a blessing, and one we can share with others, even with body language or giving them what they need, like a medication, so they don’t feel worried. God is good.
“I will instruct thee and teach thee in the way which thou shalt go: I will guide thee with mine eye. Be ye not as the horse, or as the mule, which have no understanding: whose mouth must be held in with bit and bridle, lest they come near unto thee. Many sorrows shall be to the wicked: but he that trusteth in the Lord, mercy shall compass him about.” (Psalm 32:8-10)
All scripture references are from the King James Version (KJV) unless otherwise noted.