We once owned a Scots Terrier named Heidi. She was a delightful little dog
with a large, fierce heart. She loved to chase our sons and nip at their
ankles when they played kick–ball in the back yard. Although we had plans of
raising puppies, Heidi had a hormone problem and the Vet strongly encouraged
us to have her spayed. So we did.One morning I took up Heidi’s food and
water bowls so that she couldn’t eat or drink. Later I took her to a strange
place (the vet’s office) and left her with strangers. During the day,
although they used an anesthetic, they caused her some pain. Later that day
I picked her up and took her home. Eventually she healed and life moved on.
Now, there is no way short of Heaven that I could explain to Heidi that
what I did was necessary for her own long–term health and well being. Yet,
although I had been the cause of her pain, that lovely little dog never
ceased to trust me.
I am convinced that there are things that have happened in my life that I
will not understand until I talk to God at a later time. Therefore, I need
to continue trusting Him.
I have a little note that was passed out in a long–ago worship service. I
have kept that wrinkled note pinned to my office wall at home to constantly
remind me…
"My Father I do not understand Thee,
BUT I TRUST THEE". |