There’s something about a puppy. Adorably cute — just melts the heart — but also so fragile. She thinks she’s queen of the universe, stomping her tiny paws across the floor like they command gravity. Everything revolves around her — every squeak, every bowl of food, every pair of untied shoelaces. The egocentric world of the puppy.
But with time, that puppy begins to learn. She finds herself part of a pack. She realizes she’s not in charge — not really. And slowly, with love and repetition (and a few chewed shoes), she becomes obedient. Teachable. She finds her place.
It makes me wonder:
Do we seem like puppies to God?
Are we adorably foolish to Him — bursting with potential, but utterly unaware of our fragility? Do we puff ourselves up, thinking we’re rulers of our little patch of carpet, when in truth, we’re just beginning to toddle toward wisdom?
And then comes the bigger question:
When do we actually grow up?
Do we ever stop seeing the world through the lens of “mine,” “me,” and “more”? As humans, we’re supposed to around the age of six — but clearly, many never make that stretch; to become part of something vast — a pack, a people, a planet, a purpose.
Do we ever fully learn our place in the world?
In history?
In the universe?
Maybe learning our place isn’t so much about obedience as it is acceptance.
Not about control, but trust.
Not about dominance, but belonging.
Maybe the journey is the obedience.
We’re not meant to be in charge — just faithfully following the One who is.
The Pondering Place 
Just this morning, as I was still sleeping, it occurred to me that this is not MY life. It’s God’s life to unfold, as he pleases. The separate self can go kicking and screaming like a little kid, or it can accept things the way they are.
Growing up can seem very difficult at times 😉
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That is why I plan to never grow up, not really. I always want to have a sense of wonder and awe
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