Sunday, July 29, 2012
How a Golden Retriever Helped My Faith Life
Enter a Golden Retriever named Molly.
Beforehand, my wife and I had only cats, and I think we all know about the extreme independence of cats. By fluke, we acquired the fuzziest puppy a few weeks ago, and dubbed her Molly (Malone, that is). I knew beforehand, of course, that this would be quite a huge decision, but little did I know how much it would really affect me.
Having this puppy in our home has taught me some very important lessons on patience and selflessness. I am suddenly able to really place myself second when the needs of someone else need to be met. I can fly out of bed at 2:30 in the morning without question because the dog needs to go to the bathroom, and somehow I don't get annoyed.
But this is entirely strange for me. Normally, I was the kind of person who would get kind of annoyed when someone else, be it animal or human, was really in the way of things. I am not saying I am a surly person, but I generally revel in my time by myself, and so it's a very odd thing for me.
Because of our puppy, I suddenly have become more forgiving of others, more patient with others, and a little more attuned to others needs. I feel a little like a family man in a sense, and I have never felt like that in my entire life. I'm not saying I want the white picket fence and the minivan, I just mean that I feel suddenly like I have a budding family.
All of this has come together in a big way for me. In having our new puppy Molly, I have learned a tremendous amount about virtues that I have always struggled with, especially patience and putting oneself second for the needs of someone else. I do think God gave us this pup for a reason.
Just some thoughts.