When I turned the corner unto my street, I pushed the button that opens my garage door. As the door was opening, I saw a large wet yellow dog wondering loose on our street. We don’t normally have loose dogs in our neighborhood, it’s against the rules. I could only imagine the afternoon storm had caused my visitor to escape from his domicile.
I pulled my car into the garage and stepped tothe opening to look at the dog. He was making his way toward me, since I seemed to be the only action on the street. I asked, “
what are you doing out?” using the voice that people use for babies and for animals. I’m not sure if that voice works for baboons and hyenas. You try it and have your relatives let me know.
Just from the one question, I could tell he was domesticated and was used to being around people. He started wagging his tail and smiling at me. I was his new friend! He came into the garage and walked around to see if he would like there and then he followed me out to the mail box to check the mail. Apparently, in his mind, we were now very close friends because he started jumping up on me. Well, I didn’t like that and told him “no!!” So, instead, he tried to walk between my legs as I was walking, just to make sure that I know he was there. But he didn’t belong to me and I had to close the garage door and send him on his way.
I am like that large wet yellow dog.
If given a little attention, I would want to be petted and talked to and loved on and……………and end up at the wrong place.
Your heart is where your character is shaped. I desire a pure heart
Why do I say that? Well, as my life has developed a new routine, a routine were the pain of not having someone in my daily life is not as severe as it was a few months ago, I think of wanting to have companionship. Not marriage, I am not ready for that. More like having a female voice to talk to or occasionally go to dinner. I think of it, but understand that it’s not time for that either. Maybe next year, but not now. Not now, because of the yellow dog in me. I could get hurt. My affections could go astray.
You may not know it by looking at me, but I’m actually very romantic and enjoy paying attention to a woman and pleasing her. I miss being able to express that type of love. But I can’t go there yet, I need to guard my heart.
Wise King Solomon gave these instructions to his son(s):
23 Above all else, guard your heart, for everything you do flows from it. 24 Keep your mouth free of perversity; keep corrupt talk far from your lips. 25 Let your eyes look straight ahead; fix your gaze directly before you. 26 Give careful thought to the paths for your feet and be steadfast in all your ways. 27 Do not turn to the right or the left; keep your foot from evil. Proverbs 4:23-27 NIV
Why did he say guarding the heart as opposed to say, guarding your mind? Well, every Israelite would have understood that the heart meant the center of your life. Your heart determines the direction of your life. Now, in context, I believe he is speaking of guarding against evil; ungodly ideals, beliefs, entertainment, etc., but I would also like to apply that to my emotions as well.
Solomon said everything I do flows from my heart. It has been said that the other things mentioned are like arteries that go in and out of my heart. What I speak about, , what I look at, the activities I participate in, all these things affect my heart condition and need to be guarded.
So how do you guard your heart?
6 Do not be anxious about anything, but in every situation, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God. 7 And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus. Philippians 4:6-7 NIV
By prayer and with thanksgiving. If I seek God’s will for my life, I will pray and visit with Him about things. I will also, at the same time, give thanks because I know He knows what I need. I must wait on Him. His timing is perfect
I must seek Him:
You, God, are my God, earnestly I seek you; I thirst for you, my whole being longs for you, in a dry and parched land where there is no water. Psalm 63:1 NIV
I’m not always where the Psalmist was. I do want to seek him and thirst for him, but sometimes my attention gets diverted. Maybe it’s the yellow dog in me.