Oh, the patience of Kodak.
My collie and I played together this morning with his favorite toy - an empty box. Kodak loves boxes - of all sizes. After a few minutes of tug and war with an empty tissue box, I lost interest as the box began ripping apart. I returned to my business - cleaning up the kitchen.
About twenty minutes later, I walked into the living room. Kodak was laying on the floor looking at me. In his mouth - still - was a remaining piece of the tissue box.
For Kodak, time had gone into suspended animation.
He patiently remained waiting for me to be done with my busyness so we could continue with our game. The cardboard was soaked from his saliva. He never released his grip. He held on firmly yet gently. Patiently. Waiting for me.
It almost brought me to tears.
A blog post began to take form. So, here I now sit.
Our Father never releases His grip.
He holds us ever so gently, yet firmly in His Hand.
Patiently, He remains awaiting us.
As you and I go about our daily lives, doing and doing and doing, there He remains.
Waiting for me.
Waiting for you.
To come and "play" with Him.
He never releases His gentle, but firm grip.
Suspending time, our Father just waits and waits and waits.
Remaining forever faithful.
As if to say,"Are you done yet? Can we "play" now?"
Because of Him and Unto Him,