Wienerfest

We didn't make it to church this Sunday. Its a family tradition. The Maine Wienerfest - we landed there accidentally 5 or 6 years ago and fell in love with the hundreds of dachshunds competing. The costume contest has always been our favorite, I mean who can resist a puppy princess - definitely not Avonlea (our six year old daughter).  But this year, the race got my vote, hands down.

Photo - pixaby.com

Those precious doxens racing to the finish line. Their owners, treats in hand, calling out  to their beloved pets, hoping they will run straight to them.  The ginormous grins, giggles and cheering - all brought on by the pups' confusion as to which way to go. No one was looking at the disoriented dogs with even a hint of frustration. Not a single person had a scowl.  Everyone delighted in their efforts. And when one of the adorable runners finally figured out which way to go and ran as fast as his little feet could carry him, we all jumped to our feet and cheered. "Way to go!" "That a boy" "You got it" "Woohoo!!!!"

What a beautiful picture!  We don't always know exactly which way to go.  All of us get turned around at times.  And if we are honest with ourselves, each of us spends at least some time knowing exactly which direction we should head, but we run around in circles. We just don't want to go the right way - yet.  And then there is our Father in heaven. Because of His only begotten son, He sees us, His children with a glimmer in His eye. He waits patiently, calls our names, and rejoices with every step forward we make - even if we spin around a few times before taking the next step. This sweet picture of His incredible, unconditional love fills me with a deep desire to run into His arms regularly, trust Him fully and obey anything and everything He calls me to!

May we follow your example, Lord. May we cheer each other on, even when we are a bit off track.May we see ourselves, our children and each other as you see us Lord - delightfully imperfect.