Marley’s Blind Faith

Marley is my buddy. He is our rescue toy poodle. We did not know how old he was when we became his “forever home,” but we think he is about 12 years old today. Over the last few weeks, we noticed him drinking tons of water which is a tale tell sign of diabetes. We took him to the vet a month ago, and he was positively diagnosed for the ailment. You could see the cataracts in his eyes growing cloudier by the day. Now he can barely see. He bumps into furniture and cannot descend or climb stairs. It breaks my heart to see him that way.​​​​

Now we have to pick him up and take him outside to pee. The other day he wandered around the yard aimlessly. I called for him to come inside, and he ran the other way. I started toward him gently saying, “Okay, buddy. I got you. I’m here. You’re okay.”

He stopped as I patted him on the side and gently slipped my hand under his belly to pick him up. He cuddled his little head underneath my chin as I scratched his ears and whispered, “You’re my boy, Marley. I’m gonna take care of you. I will always take care of you. You’re my buddy.”

I can feel him start to relax in my arms as we walk back into the house. I put him down and stick his bowl of food right under his nose. He gobbles it down and waits for me to give him his shot of insulin. He never even flinches.

He is more dependent upon me than ever. His ears perk up at the sound of my voice. He will sit in my lap and snuggle now where before he was up and gone in a few minutes.

People do not like to be dependent on others. We like our independence. Besides, we don’t want to bother people with our stuff. That is why we have such a difficult time with our relationship with the Lord. He did not create us so that we could live for Him. He created us so that He could live for us. He created us to live in absolute, total dependence and reliance upon Him for everything. He is not bothered by our dependence. He delights in it.

Marley would die in a couple of days if we did not constantly take care of him. He’s blind. He cannot see for himself. He has to trust me to see FOR him. I keep my eye on him all the time. Maybe if we were blind, we would depend on the Lord more. Maybe if we were blind, we would not be able to judge people by what we see. If we were blind, we would not know who to hate. If we were helpless and blind, maybe we could hear Jesus’ voice more clearly: “I got you. I’m here. I’m always here. I’m always going to take care of you. Relax. You are mine.”

Can you “see” how much the Lord longs for our trust and dependence? Or are you still turning a blind eye to His love and care?

Blessings, Kenny.