Thankful for the Chains

My husband just left to take Vern and Bee for a walk. Before leaving, The harness goes over Vern’s head, then a leash is latched to a metal loop. The door opens and Vern veers outside to go. But where? Not in the direction he chooses. No, my husband determines the path and pace. Vern tugs, wanting freedom. But if he obtains the ability to run where he chooses, chances are good that a car will come across his path with an outcome too sad to contemplate.

So why is it strange to consider how a loving God will send us in a different direction? To lead us where we do not want to go. One that is intended for our good.

Two fractured bones in my leg has stopped me from going down a road I must not have been meant to venture. A wait for surgery and my computer being hacked has left me feeling vulnerable and exposed. A path full of challenges and opportunities for growth.

Why should I be surprised? Could the road I was headed down be full of cars ready to cause my demise?

As Paul writes his last letter, a letter to Timothy, Paul knows he will soon be put to death for his faith. The Jewish leaders hate his betrayal to their traditions and the Romans are fed up with all the unrest he has caused. So, one last time, Paul puts pen to paper. He begins his letter writing with the most incredible greeting: “To Timothy, my beloved child. Grace, mercy, and peace from God the Father and Christ Jesus our Lord.” (2 Tim. 1:2-3)

Three words stand out here. Grace- the free and unmerited favor of God. Mercy- compassion or forgiveness shown toward someone whom it is within one’s power to punish or harm. Peace- mental calm and serenity.

“God gave us a spirit, not of fear, but of power and love and self-control. (2 Tim 1:7)

I am thankful for Paul’s chains. Through his chains, I can experience the knowledge that God loves me enough to veer me in a direction I may not want to go-but one that is created just for me.

Vern has returned from his walk. He lies quietly at the end of the bed. A sense of peace has wrapped around us like a warm soft blanket. A perfect place to contemplate the grace, mercy, and peace extended to all of us by our Loving Father.

Published by Cora Darrah

Hello. My name is Cora. I live in Durham, North Carolina with my husband and two French Bulldogs, Vern and Bee. For thirty-two years, I taught children with unique needs. When I was eligible for retirement, I decided it was time to explore life from a different perspective. So with pen and paper, I have taken up blogging about two of the most extraordinary pets I know. More important than my pooches, is my relationship with God. I love God! He has blessed me with the gift of writing and I want to share what he is teaching me as I look through the eyes of four legged friends. So if you would like to experience how God works in all his creatures, join us on our adventure! When I first started blogging, my Frenchie, Carl inspired me through his crazy antics. But as life has it, Carl had to leave this world at the tender age of four. After a period of mourning for my little guy, I brought Vern home where he has ruled the roost. Oh, did I mention Bee, the Frenchie with a girl attitude and enough spunk to keep Vern in line. Come along beside us as we dive into God’s word and learn morsels of the treasures that only the scriptures can teach us. Vern and Bee would love to get to know you as well, so please feel free to follow us and share your comments….

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