We’re babysitting our son’s family dog this weekend. He is a yellow lab named Henry. He is a great dog, minds well, doesn’t bark much and is no trouble. I think he knows his name but I am not sure. You see he often gets called by the name of previous dogs in the family. Sometimes he’s Indeo, other times KC, and sometimes he even gets called by the names of the children in the family. I suppose if someone heard me call him they may think his full name is “Hannah-Ben-Sarah-Henry!”
He is a beautiful dog and a great family pet. He is great with the kids and I am sure that there was nothing on the application for family dog that cautioned him about an 8 and 5 year old, as well as the 11 month old. When he came there were only two kids. I don’t think anybody asked him about options or his opinion on a third.
The Bible says in Ecclesiastes 3:19 that man and animals all have the same breath. We live; we die; that’s the story of each. But when I am around Henry, petting, playing, or just in the same room – his breath is pretty bad. I know that “breath” in the Biblical sense has a different meaning than what I have mentioned, but it does make me wonder.
Is the breath of my life a pleasing aroma to God? When I open my mouth to Him, is it ‘minty fresh’ or dog offensive? I know what I want; what I strive for, but it isn’t my desire that matters, it is what delights Him. I can think of all kinds of ways to improve my life for Him, but the mandate is to check what He wants and provide it; learn to desire what He does, not what I think.
So, man does not live by bread alone, but by every word from the mouth of God. That’s what I want – His breath to be my breath. Every time He breathes out, I breathe in. When He speaks a word, I take it in. I read once that it is no more awesome to hear the voice of God than to read His word. Ah, the awesomeness of the breath I feel when I open His Word.