Something outside, either in the yard or beyond our fences, is being heard by my dogs.  They are CRAZY trying to get out there.  I open the door, and out they fly.  The “big” one almost running over the “little” one.   As I stand at the window and watch them, I see the “big” one bounce in all directions trying to locate what called him out here in the first place.  As I continue to watch him,  I see him go from CRAZY excited to questioning and then to disappointed.  I say, “disappointed” because what he was hoping to be out there turned out to be an “empty” distraction.  He continues to look but he then returns to the door- scratching to come in.  I open the door and he looks up at me.  I tell him, “it’s ok” and then reach down and give his ears a scratch.  I step aside and let him in.  

As I stood there, waiting for the “little” one, I am struck by a thought.  How many times have I flown out the door and into the yard because I heard something call beyond the fence posts to me?  How many times have I found myself empty, disappointed, thristy, and exhausted from chasing those “calls”?  How many times have I had to “scratch” at the Master’s door?  How many times has it been opened to me and where his lovings hands touch my face and say, “Come on in, get a drink and lay down”?  More times than I care to admit…

The “Call beyond the fence” and behind the doghouse are enticing to the point of making you CRAZY.  But they always turn out to be just phantoms of sound and completely empty.   What is “real”? Are the hands of the Master that are stretched out and holding the door open for you to come in-come home….

Let’s head home “little” one… this “big” one is tired…