The last time I took my pup to the fairgrounds, he and I had a battle of wills. He was running loose, enjoying the spring smells and all seemed well. Then it was time to go home. I headed toward the . . .
same gate we had entered, thinking he was following me. He wasn’t. I looked back and called him several times. He ignored me. Finally, when I used my stern voice he trotted to the middle of the field and sat down. I called. He sat. We will be doing some retraining for a while. Strange as it seems, he thinks he knows best. He doesn’t.
It got me thinking. How often do we, in our limited knowledge, decide to go our own way, knowing deep down it isn’t what God wants for us? It isn’t the best. Often it seems, far better to listen and obey.
