My 2014 Resolution



I have the sweetest, little Chihuahuas. They've been part of the family for two years now. It's hard to remember life before them.

Most days, they are complete angels. They obey immediately, potty only outside, are polite to visitors and willingly snuggle anytime. I'd say they're the world's perfect dogs...if it weren't for one tiny flaw they both share...sometimes...

 

 

 

Every once in awhile, I'll call them to me...maybe to give them a treat or to keep them from doing something I don't want them to do or maybe I just want to love on them. So I will say, "come."

Usually, they do come. But sometimes, one or both of them will cower down as if I routinely beat them. As my heart breaks I will say, "why don't you trust me?" or "I'd never hurt you, I love you!" or simply, "Trust me."  

It strikes me as ironic as I think about how my Heavenly Father feels when I act the same way toward Him.

He says, "come" and I cower. He whispers, "come" and I freeze. He opens locked doors and I panic. As if He doesn't have my best interests at heart. As if He hasn't always provided, sheltered, protected, comforted, shielded, guided, loved...me.

It's my guilty conscience that causes me to try to hide myself from Him in the garden. It's my shame that tricks me into believing that I can't trust my loving God.

There are plenty of things I have done (and continue to do) that have crushed my Savior's heart, but nothing could hurt Him worse than when I don't trust Him, when I question His intentions or question His direction for my life. 

So, for 2014, I'm not resolving to lose weight (even though I should) or to be a better wife, mother or friend (that goes without saying.) I'm only resolving to trust more.