Dreams, Dogs and Obedience

Posted: July 28, 2010 in Christian Living
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If you know me, or have read this blog before, you might have heard that I own a new puppy.  Even though he’s still just a puppy, he is starting to behave.  It’s been a while since the last time he peed in the house (a milestone I am very happy about), and he’s listening to commands better every day.  All in all, things are improving.  We are starting to build a real friendship, and the future looks promising.

Here is the problem.  Every night I dream a dream.  It’s always the same dream, too.  I am standing in a room in the house, and Gabe is looking at me.  He gives one of those looks where he tilts his head to the side while maintaining eye contact.  Then he turns away from me, and it happens.  Every night.  Same dream.  He starts peeing on the carpet right in front of me.  He knows he’s not supposed to do that.  He saw me, acknowledged me, but yet still decided to relieve himself as he saw fit.  He knew it was wrong.  He knows it is wrong.  He did it anyway.  I wake up from the dream mad and confused.  Hey, why did he do that?  He knows better.  What a bad dog.  What a stupid dog.  Eventually I remember it’s a dream, and after a few minutes, I go back to sleep.

The other day I was thinking about my recurring dream and how it kind of angers me to that my mind keeps playing tricks on me.  I wondered why I kept dreaming the same annoying dream.  I just don’t understand why my head is stuck in this loop.  I have to keep reminding myself that it’s just a dream.  Gabe knows better.  He isn’t doing that anymore.  He has the self control to go to the door and wait for me to let him out.  He knows it’s wrong to pee inside, and he doesn’t want to upset me.

Then it hit me.  My dream is about me, not my dog.  It’s about my relationship with God and how I respond to Him and His standards.  My three month old puppy understands what it’s like to be a Christian better than I do sometimes.  He knows that he needs me.  I feed him, provide shelter and love.  I also provide the structure and the discipline that he needs to be a good dog.  He sometimes gets a little scared and he looks like he feels a little guilty at times, but when I smile at him and spread my arms, he comes running to me.  He knows he’s forgiven.  He’s learned a boundary, but he knows that I love him.  He doesn’t want to do anything to make me mad.  He loves it when I love him.  He loves it when I am happy with him.  He doesn’t enjoy me being angry toward him.  The whole idea seems pretty straight forward to me.  And from my perspective, it should.

Why can’t I be more like my dog?  I know what God wants, or at least a lot of what He doesn’t want, from me.  I know the boundaries He has set for me.  I know that they are there to provide me safety and to help me, not to hurt me.  He disciplines for my benefit, not for my detriment.  I love it when I am doing what makes Him happy, but I don’t hate it when I’m disobedient.  I don’t run into His open arms like Gabe does with me.  My dog seems to have a better relationship with me, than I do with my master.  I think I’m more like the dog in my dream.  I don’t think I’m alone, either.  I think most of us put up with our own disobedience far too easily.  What do you think?

  1. The Hesterwoman says:

    Well said, my friend! I love when you think deep!! 🙂

  2. Ricki says:

    I think that is great insight, and holds true for myself as well.

  3. Chris Snyder says:

    Thanks, Amy!

    Ricki, I thought it might resonate with others. It’s hard to admit to ourselves that we aren’t as awesome as we think we are

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