Seven Lessons from My Dog

1. Greet people with enthusiam.

When I come home, my dog Willie is at the door ready to greet me. Whether I've been gone for a quick trip to the store or a four day trip out of town, he's excited to see me and shows his excitement by twirling around. After I've taken off my jacket and put my purse away, I sit and hold him and pet him. We greet each other with enthusiam.

This is how I need to greet people. Everyone is special and should be told that as they come through the door. I don't know how many days I will get with the special people in my life. I need to make sure they know that they are important to me. Greeting them with enthusiam is one way I can do that.

2. Exercise wholeheartedly.

Willie is ready to walk for me at any time of any day. He walks in the rain or in the dark. He walks around the block or for 5 miles on a hiking trail. It makes no difference to him. He puts his heart into every walk. He seems to instinctively know that getting out and exercising is good for him.

I need to greet my exercise routine with the same heart. Whether its walking, lifting weights or running on the treadmill, each opportunity to exercise is a chance to stay healthy and young. I'm not kidding myself about having the body of a 24 year old. I'm no longer 24 years old and that body is long gone. I need to exercise so that I will be able to keep up as I age. Exercise is just good for me.

3. Play with abandon.

When I throw the ball or play tug-of-war with Willie, he gives it his all and nothing else exists right then. He chases leaves and squirrels the same way. When he is playing, he's enjoying himself and anyone else who's playing with him. For Willie, play is an important part of living.

I sometimes forget to play. When worktime is over, I want to sit and relax. I forget that play is also relaxing. Play is good for the heart and a way to bond with others. When we first adopted Willie, my husband played with Willie more than I did. One day, Willie and I were alone. He was six-months old and full of energy, so I started playing with him. That playtime seemed to bond us together in a new way. There was nothing but me and him and the game. I was laughing at him. He appeared to be laughing at me. We gave the game our all and it was a good thing.

4. Be quick to forgive.

I have noticed that if I accidently step on Willie, after he yelps in pain, he runs to me and tries to lick my face or hand. He is forgiving me. Right away. No accusations. No fault-finding. Just putting things right between us, before I've even had a chance to react and apologize.

Why don't I do that? Why must I analyze and try to figure out what to do and what to say? Why do I have to decide whether I'm at fault more than the other person? Just put things right. Apologize quickly, even if the fault isn't mine. It may not be this time, but it probably will be next time. And the people in my life are more important to me than being right.

5. Gather information from all sources until you make a decision.

I've watched Willie when we go to a new place. He sniffs things out and gathers as much information as possible. He looks in all the corners of all the rooms with his nose to the ground. If we come home and someone has come over during our absence, he can tell right away and starts sniffing until he can find the visitor.

I tend to be quick to jump to conclusions. I've gotten into a lot of trouble because of this tendency. I know that knowledge is power and that there are many sides to every story. I need to wait for more information before I decide what's what. Sniff things out and look everywhere for answers.

6. Treat everyone the same.

Whether young or old, rich or poor, Willie treats everyone the same. He's friendly and accepting. If you are not as friendly as he is, he will keep trying to win you over.

Everyone is deserving of a friendly smile. The kind word that I give today could mean the difference between a sucky day or a good day for someone. And the person who looks like they have it all together may be the person who needs it the most.

7. Be empathetic.

Willie has the ability to tell what kind of mood I'm in. If I'm having a bad day or crying about something sad in my life, he jumps in my lap and starts licking my face, as if to say "It'll be okay." If I'm happy or upbeat, he picks up on that too and is ready to rejoice with me.

People want their feelings to be acknowledged and validated. I may not be able to solve the problems of those around me, but I have found that resolution isn't what people want from me anyway. They want to be heard. They want an ear and a shoulder when faced with the problems of life. They want to share good news with someone who with be excited for them. Jump up and down and give a high-five when all is right with the world.

More Evolution

There is much in my mind and my heart tonight. I've written many of those thoughts here only to hit the backspace button and erase them. I am sad but don't want to be petty. I don't want to make anybody look bad or impugn them. I don't want to bring shame on God because of the actions of His people by pointing out those actions. I am angry but don't want to be vindictive. I am burdened with pain, but know that I have caused pain to others so don't know how to express that pain, even in my blog, without thinking that the pain I have caused is worse. Am I really going through a personal evolution if I can't even admit my pain to my blog?

I try to look at the bright side of things. I don't see a bright side right now. Maybe there isn't one. It's an internal argument I have with myself often. "Look for the positive." "There doesn't appear to be a positive." "Then look harder." "I am looking harder!" "You can't be if you don't see it!"

Knowing that I have been cut off from some people that I love feels so bleak that there is no way there could be a bright side. Knowing that the reason for being cut off is unnecessary makes it feel so hopeless. Those are my thoughts right now, thoughts of bleakness and hopelessness.

I feel a weight and a burden that I know only God can lift. I haven't always been great at letting God take my burdens. I keep hanging on to them or taking them back. I know that I am promised relief. Things are working in the background. I won't know all of those workings until the light is shone in the darkness. Days are lost and time goes by. Time that seems to be lost forever. God promises to give it all back. I'll choose to believe in that promise. Lord, help me in my unbelief.

Anger

I have a hard time being angry. No, not being angry, but expressing my anger. Expressing anger was discouraged by my mother. I think it scared her. She was married at a young age to someone who dealt with his anger by hitting people. When I was first married, I tended to slam cupboard doors and drawers. I didn't talk about why I was angry, but I did let those around me know I was angry. A few times I would yell. But then the emotion of the situation would take over and I would start crying. The words that I needed to say wouldn't come out because of the tears and that was just frustrating. Better not to say anything than to be frustrated. As I've gotten older, I know that that was an unhealthy way to deal with my thoughts and feelings. My husband and I have managed, after 30 years of marriage, to work out ways to communicate our feelings that is better and healthier. And truthfully, after all this time, I just don't get angry at my husband like I used to. We've got it all worked out very well.

But I do still struggle with how to express my anger to other people. I still feel that frustration rising up when I would rather be clear, concise and articulate. I still need to work it out.