The rest of the story!

IMG_2511There is no way I can top my story from this morning but I will give you an up-date! The dog, and at a better site it was a Border Collie, was still hanging around here this afternoon and wandered into the neighbors yard at the back of my house, which happens to be where my sister and brother-in-law live, and they finished off Mr. Border Collie’s good day by taking him to the Humane Society! As it turned out he had a chip in him making it possible for his family to be called so they can come and get him! I was so happy that he wasn’t just a poor soul that someone had dropped off to fend for himself! He must have wandered off and just couldn’t find his way back home!

Oh come on, by now you know how my little mind works, right? I thought about how someone I will refer to as “Desperado” (you have to know the song by the Eagles for that reference to make sense) had not just wandered away from home accidentally but took his inheritance and left of his own free will and went about the business of spending every dime he had simply partying, but then he came to a realization…

The sooner we realize that only God can heal a broken spirit, the better off we are. People have wounds from a lot of things, some from a childhood of being physically abused by a parent, being miserably disappointed in a trusted pastor or teacher, or anything, which seems to lead to a breakdown in their trust of the heavenly Father. How can they trust a God they cannot see when they have been so let down by the very people they trusted most?

Look at the words to the song: “Desperado, why don’t you come to your senses? You been out ridin’ fences for so long now Oh, you’re a hard one I know that you got your reasons These things that are pleasin’ you Can hurt you somehow…  Now it seems to me, some fine things Have been laid upon your table But you only want the ones that you can’t get Desperado, oh, you ain’t gettin’ no younger Your pain and your hunger, they’re drivin’ you home And freedom, oh freedom well, that’s just some people talkin’ Your prison is walking through this world all alone.”  Now think of a young man who looked off into the future and saw himself stuck on his dad’s farm, all work, no fun, and decided to take his inheritance, while he was still young enough to enjoy it, and run away. His dad must have stood and watched him as far as his eye could see, how sad he was. The young man’s brother was resentful at being left with all the work and seeing to it that his aging dad was cared for. I wonder if he ever wished he had thought of it first, his responsible nature would not let him go now and leave all the work of overseeing the planting and harvesting, the house and all the dependents, who worked for them. Meanwhile, Desperado is out winning friends by spending money recklessly, gambling, drinking, women, he was living the high life for sure, a real rock star! One day the bill was delivered to him, as his friends all sat around and waited for him to pay, he dug in his pockets, no money, he looked in his cloak, none there either. “Sir, I have good credit with you, don’t I? I’ll come by later and pay up!” The man growls and grimaces at him, “No, Desperado, your credit is no good here, you have gambled all your money away, you’re busted! I’m putting you to work out in back slopping the pigs until your bill is paid!”

From the highest peak to the lowest valley in a very short time, bankrupted, not only financially, but also morally. As he sat in the pigpen, hungry, afraid, alone, he thought of his father’s table, always full of good food. “What am I doing sitting here in this mess for? I’ll go back to my home and just ask dad to let me be one of the servants!” Now his pain and hunger were driving him home. As he walked back up the road, his dad recognized him and he ran up that road with open arms to welcome him back into the home, not as a servant, but as the son that he was.

Shall we call Mr. Border Collie “Desperado”, or is that you? If you are wondering around you have something better than a chip, you are covered with the blood of Jesus. So you are a Desperado, come back home, your dad is waiting with a brand new name written down in glory, no longer Desperado, but Child of God.

 

About harolene

Thank you for stopping by for a visit! If you read my thoughts you will see that I am sometimes serious, at other times sappy or funny, occasionally I am sad and sentimental, but I am always sincere! I am a single mother who raised two children, born ten years apart and different sexes so first it was bows and dolls, pretty dresses and boys! When my son was born it was rough and tumble games, baseball, soccer, wrestling and girls! I am known for my "smile" and for my default answer to any situation, "no problem", which was something I didn't realize I did until it was pointed out to me! I am a moon watcher and a star gazer. I am astounded and feel so small knowing that every creature that has ever walked the face of this earth has gazed upon that same beautiful orb that my eyes can behold on any night when the earth is not wearing her cloak of clouds. My parents have made me the person that I am. Their love, veracity in all areas of life, humor and passion for their work and each other have given me hope that my life can actually be a happy one! Chances are if you are reading this you already know all this but again, I appreciate your stopping by! While you're here hit the "Like" button for me and thanks for checking in!
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2 Responses to The rest of the story!

  1. Fredy says:

    I am so tickled to know Mr. Desperado has a family and is going home. Thanks for the update!

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