Being home in the summer gives me good opportunity to see life from a different perspective.
My alarm clock does not often get set (yet I still often awaken at nearly the same time), meals during the day are replaced by a constant grazing (and, in some cases, I might just look like a cow by the end of summer), evenings are often spent outside around the propane fire pit, laundry is minimal, and there is simply no reason to leave the house most days.
One thing that has not changed, but has become more obvious to me, is that I have a stalker … in my house.
I awaken in the morning, and he lays near my chair, while I pound on the computer keys.
I move to the kitchen to fetch my desperately desired coffee, and he follows me there.
I move to my bedroom to dress, and he moves his repose to the mat outside our bedroom.
I move out to prune back the roses or the grape vines from the entrance to our deck, and he is awaiting my on the other side of the screen door.
I go to the basement, and he follows.
I come in from the garage, and he is napping on the other side of the door.
I feel as though our theme song is the one below:
And, by the way, my stalker is NOT hubby!
What my faithful stalker/guard dog keeps reminding me of what Moses shared in Deuteronomy, then was shared again in the book of Hebrews, that God said:
“Never will I leave you;
never will I forsake (give up/abandon) you.”
Just like my fluffy, fun-loving beast, God is always there … over-seeing, protecting, being a presence. And, just like my beast, nothing will take His attention away … He is always faithful … even when I am not.
itsawonderfilledlife 