But let all who take refuge in you rejoice; let them ever sing for joy, and spread your protection over them, that those who love your name may exult in you. For you bless the righteous, O LORD; you cover him with favor as with a shield.
Psalms 5:11-12 (NIV)
It’s official. I live in Mayberry…
So I might as well bloom where I’m planted, and enjoy the view. According to http://www.easyenglish.info, the message of Psalms 5 is
The LORD is all round the people that love him. He is like a cover over them that stops people from hurting them. This makes the people of God happy, even when their enemies are near.
Potentially the Christian precursor to “Don’t Worry, Be Happy” I was mindful of this Psalm this morning while walking my dog. (I know, everything seems to happen when I’m walking my dog. It’s when I’m quiet. It is when I am serene. It is when I am watchful, relaxed and prayerful, open to see and hear. It’s so often when the blessings and the revelations come…what’s that time for you?)
Anyway, as Sando and I were walking, we encountered nature. First it was the dove he tried to stalk. Clearly a city dove, the bird was unimpressed by my puppy’s low posture, his coiling to strike (he rarely barks, sly devil). I was trying to make noise to chase the dove along, not looking forward to standing fast against a rapid lunge from my baby behemoth. When this dog gets up a head of steam, it’s hard to withstand the assault. Fortunately, the dove flew away.
Then there was the approaching dog walker who seemed to want to be friendly. I’m not unfriendly when walking Sando; it’s just that among we big dog owners, I’ve noticed we’re more comfortable saying “hello” from across the street. Mine is not a friendly, play with the neighbor kids kind of dog….he’s just too big. Even his “gentle” has the capacity to knock me back on my heels. I politely caution people to say “hi” from a safe distance, Sando sitting obediently in heel until we depart. It’s easier. I have a neighbor (all the big dog people in town seem to know each other) who walks her Cane Corso (if Sando is a behemoth, this dog is easily a leviathan). We see each other all the time, and the choreography of who will cross first comes naturally. We’ve never discussed it. There’s never been a need. I crossed away from the friendly dog walker (someone I don’t remember seeing), said hello, and moved on.
Rounding a corner to begin the return home, a movement to my left caught my eye. Happily, Sando was consumed by the scent at the base of a near tree, so he never noticed the pair of hens pecking in the front yard. (It’s official. I live in Mayberry). I’m not even certain it was their front yard they were pecking in, as they crossed the driveway (far too leisurely for my taste…I was praying my dog would not notice) and picked their way into someone’s backyard.
The dog never lifted his head. I however, was stunned into an amused silence, and then it hit me…having taken refuge in Him…rejoice. Bloom where you’re planted. Enjoy the view. Find amusement in the chicken that quite nearly crossed you on the road…today. And when you do, you will have a new and stunning reminder that God is good.
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