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Bones the Hound. |
Amidst the abandoned Legos, books, and Airsoft guns was a small collection of stuffed animals. All-but-21 (topic for another post), Michael had no interest in saving any of them. Bones was among those headed to the curb in a can.
When he was little, our dogs Carly and Shadow constantly contested Michael for ownership of the Beanies. Based on the number of times I'd rescued a slobbery (or worse) Beanie from a canine's jaws, I knew that our current dog Dakota would find Bones irresistible.
After carrying it around happily for a short while, alas, Bones succumbed to the same fate as other Beanies had in years past. Dakota did what dogs do with a stuffed animal--systematically destroyed it.
She chewed off its nose. The eyes were next, and those holes allowed her to get at the real treasure trove of this now dog toy.
STUFFING.
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Bones' innards. |
As Bones' guts were spilled--and stepped on and swept up and found later in strange places--I thought about what has been spilling from me these days.
I don't think that's what God has in mind, though, because I can't locate the hole, let alone my needle and thread.
Examining what's going on inside right now is requiring courage. The Bible says that He Who began a good work in me will be faithful to complete it (Philippians 1:6). It's hard to lean in to the process, though. I didn't expect this to be part of the journey.
Bear with me, friends. I apologize in advance for any pellets you may step on as you walk behind me.
Huh. This is a telling post for me and my life. :/
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