This afternoon, I was going to take my dog outside in the backyard to do her business. When I opened the door and stepped outside, raindrops fell on my head. I could have just gone back inside because I didn’t want to get wet, but it turns out that was my dog’s problem. When it gets rainy, she doesn’t want to go outside, and she makes a mess in the house. Instead, I went to the closet and pulled out my raincoat and coaxed my dog outside. After she was done, we went inside.
I wouldn’t go out in the rain and get wet for just anyone. However, I have found love for this dog and whether she likes it or not, I am willing to do what it takes to care for her until the day she dies. She is my rescue beagle. She is the dog that isn’t easy to love. She was abused and is set in her ways. She doesn’t want me to pay attention to her or love her on my terms. She wants everything in her own time and on her own terms. I often say she has taught me how to love.
She has also taught me about the meaning and purpose of life. I take care of her and give her love, but very few people know about it other than my husband. I am never going to be recognized or rewarded for the love that I give her. She isn’t going to thank me for dragging her out into the rain to do her business. Yet that act of love that I performed today makes my life complete. I don’t have to change the world with my love. I don’t need to world to know all about me. Every day of my life if there’s love, then I have had some purpose and my life has had some meaning. My beagle won’t ever know it, but it’s true I didn’t rescue her, she rescued me.
My faith saved me. May God’s peace reside in all of our hearts.
