Monday Musing from Max
Viv has her nose stuck in her iPad. You know how she loves that iPad. She’s still logged in her laptop though–it has one of those face recognition features, so I thought I’d take advantage of the situation, jump on and post some thoughts of my own…
As many of you know, right before Thanksgiving the Mabuni family adopted me. Four months hanging out around here and I’m doing really well. I’ve met a lot of you in these past few months, and I’m not as jumpy and fearful as I was when I first arrived. I’m settling into a nice rhythm and spend my days guarding the house and letting everyone love on me. The little girl with the sparkly eyes that dance when she laughs spends most of her waking moments at home draped around me. She would sleep on my dog bed with me if her mom let her. Yeah, all five of them, they all love me. When everyone is gone I pass the time resting up for the over-the-top greeting I give when the door to the garage opens and I also read and soak up life lessons from the Good Book. Betcha didn’t know I could read.
I fully believe that God has a plan for my life. I’m a survivor, you know. Rescued the first time from an abandoned car dealership in South Central L.A. when I was a puppy. I also had Parvo and survived that ordeal. I know God was doing what He does best when He answered numerous prayers spoken and unspoken and I ended up here.
Lately I’ve been thinking about my dog bowl. It gets filled up by that little girl twice a day. Matthew 6 is full of great truths all in red ink. It’s a worthwhile investment of time to read that chapter slowly and thoughtfully. I love the parts in the Bible that are in red. Those were the words that Jesus spoke so long ago, but still speak to me today. Betcha thought I was color blind, but I can see the difference between black and red ink.
The Lord’s prayer is found in Matthew 6. “Give us this day our daily bread.” Just like my dog bowl, I can rest in His daily provision. Physically, spiritually, emotionally…Jesus reminds me that I don’t need to worry over and over in this chapter. It occurs to me that food is a non-issue for me now that I belong in this family. No longer do I need to fend for myself like in that abandoned car lot. There is great security now being adopted and loved deeply. It is from this solid and secure place I am able to do things in secret like give, pray, forgive, fast, serve and not need others to notice me.
So hey, thanks for letting me share. And let me know if you’d like to hear from me again.
Love,
Max