Raining Cats and Labradors
- megeanchristian8
- Mar 3
- 2 min read
"Cast your cares on the LORD and he will sustain you; he will never let the righteous be shaken." Psalm 55:22
As the saying goes, when it rains, it pours.
My master bathroom toilet finally reached the point of needing to be replaced. Let me tell you, a new throne ain’t cheap.
Drip…
This is not the easiest time to be working in D.C., to put it mildly. Work has been the most stressful it has been in years…and it wasn’t exactly a cakewalk prior to the new administration.
Drop…
A pretty big issue arose at work that I couldn’t possibly have done more to prevent or escalate. I still found myself blamed for it.
Drizzle…
I received two more rejections for my writing, one of which pretty much implied that I had no talent, and there was really no reason to continue trying.
Whoosh…
My work computer froze causing me to lose the last hour of work because I was working on a form that couldn’t be saved, only submitted once complete.
Not sure if that’s a flood outside, or if it’s just tears on my face.
God, can you send one problem at a time? Let me catch my bearings for a moment, before sending in the next hurdle?
It’s just not how life works. Problems are magnets. Once you have one, they start attracting others.
I hung up my final work call last Friday and lay on the floor with Squirrel, where he me offered his belly as my pillow and his fur as a towel for my tears.
God is God, and my dog is my dog…but I believe that God often reveals His comfort and His love for me through Squirrel. Squirrel can feel to me like a physical manifestation of God’s care. Other dog parents - you get what I’m saying, right?
Today, I desperately need the reminder that God loves me. That God is for me. That God has not abandoned me here in a job that breaks me down day after day, in a city that doesn’t care whether I live or die. I believe He is showing me that through the unfailing and unconditional devotion of an over-exuberant Labrador. God speaks through princes, paupers, wise women, foolish men, stationary suns, donkeys, empty graves, and even me.
And, yes, Squirrel.
Thank you for sharing your openness dear one. And anybody that says you have no writing ability is just plain mean. Glad I’m not living in their skin. Mean and dumb.