I saw him as I came around the corner of a hot dog stand. A too-thin dog who could barely stand on his feet. People were sitting at small tables, chatting, enjoying the evening breezes and eating fries and coney dogs. The mutt drew close. Now and again, a person would toss him a couple of fries or a small piece of meat. A few tried coxing the dog to come closer so they could feed or pet him. Still, few were paying attention. The dog came closer, but each time he almost got to the fries or the people he would back away in fear. Again and again he tried to come close, but the fear drove him back. How can fear be greater than hunger?
Dog, is my poster child for abuse. Since that day, when I find myself pulling back in fear that I will be hurt again, I think of Dog. I see him in my mind when a group of women at church are chatting and I want to join, but I don't. I pull back and am alone because I'm just like Dog. Is fear greater than everything?
I have to believe that there is something--Someone--who is greater than fear. Someone who can come to me and rescue me when I can't rescue myself.
Matthew 11:28-29
28 Come unto me, all ye that labour and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest.
29 Take my yoke upon you, and learn of me; for I am meek and lowly in heart: and ye shall find rest unto your souls.
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