
Just over a month ago, we had a temporary addition to our family. We are taking care of Chloe, Heather's mom's dog. In the process, I have fallen hopelessly in love with this sweet, loving girl. And I've learned something about caring for a very small, somewhat dependent animal.
Chloe's favorite place to walk is a run of lush green grass on the side of our apartment building. It is a beautiful spot and she loves all the scents and scenery (I only presume this - she has not told me personally!). When we walk or jog through that part of the yard, she is almost always attracted to one of two large antbeds. To her they probably look like Mount Everest or the sweet north Georgia mountains. And when she takes off in that direction, I pull her leash the other direction. Sometimes she persists and really wants to explore the "mountain." So I pull a little harder - it might even hurt her a little bit. But I take the risk because I am protecting her from a massive anthill and thousands of ants that would love to cause Chloe great pain.
Tonight I am reminded that God the Father is like this. There are many times when I want something desperately and I run in that direction with all of my heart, mind and strength. But as I'm going, something snaps and God pulls me away from my pursuit, my desire. I can't understand it because I cannot tell the difference between a majestic mountain and a deadly anthill. But He can.
This is a timely lesson to learn because today Heather found out that she didn't get another very promising job. It hurts her which hurts me. Neither of us could have imagined the challenge and difficulty of this job search. But I'm coming to learn that when God changes our direction and denies our desires it is probably because we are pursuing an anthill disguised as a mountain. And just as Chloe is with us, we must trust our loving, sovereign God to know the difference.
The words of Job are very meaningful tonight:
"Shall we receive the good at the hand of God, and not receive the bad?" (Job 2:10)