Our aging Yorkie, Poco, seems to be losing his hearing. Calling him is useless; but if I pound on the floor a few times, he senses it and meanders my way.
On the other hand, slowly unwrap a slice of cheese and he'll come running from any room in the house.
I don't know if it is selective hearing or just that the "cheese wrapper frequency" still works. He is our beloved "grumpy old man" and it may be both.
This is similar to my relationship to God, I'm afraid. When God unwraps the slightest slice of deliciousness, I'm right there, ready to receive. When God calls me to less self-satisfying endeavors, well, sometimes God has to stomp on the floor to get my attention.
Yes, I will respond, but perhaps not as rapidly or eagerly.
Despite Poco's grumpy status, I love this canine companion of so many years. I think often of his younger days when he would vigorously terrorize any squirrel that dared step into his yard. We have a history, and I love him as-is.
Fortunately, I'm pretty sure the same is true of God's love for me.
Blessings,
David
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