At the rising of the sun around 6:45 am, I heard a sudden commotion in my yard. As I tried to come to full consciousness I thought to myself, who could this be speaking so loudly, so early? I sneakily peered through the opaque plastic curtains of my front room and saw the culprit. It was my neighbor from two houses down. Let’s call her neighbor 1. Her car was parked in the driveway of my next door neighbor with its back slightly protruding onto the main road. She seemed to be trying to get my immediate neighbor’s attention. Let’s call her neighbor 2. What was even more perplexing was that she was hunched over speaking in “puppy” language. I then noticed a mom and her pup hesitantly coming from behind her parked car. I watched on in curiosity waiting to see the culmination of this morning’s saga. Neighbor 2 came out her house and started walking towards the dog and her pup. Neighbor 1 then instructed her to grab the pup quickly. Neighbor 2 was visibly afraid to do so and subsequently expressed her concern about what was about to happen. Neighbor 1 reassured her that she was distracting the mom and proceeded to stand between the dog and her pup. She sneaked up to the pup who was innocently wagging its tail, picked it up then sprinted back into the house shutting the door behind her. The dog instantly realized her pup was missing and ran to the door sniffing. She then started running frantically all around the yard sniffing the air, the grass, the cars, the concrete everything in sight she sniffed. As neighbor 1 went back to her car and pulled off, I saw the poor mom following her for about 10 meters then stopped and returned to tracing her pup’s last steps. It was a sad sight to see. My heart sunk with remorse as I slowly pealed myself from the window. Why? How could they do such an act?
Fast forward 10 hours to me returning home that evening. Guess who greeted me in the yard? Yes, the mama dog, still searching for her pup. Still running to and fro the front door and then around to the back of the apartment. I could now hear the pup crying from inside the house also. Well it was more than mere crying. It was a cry of despair and sorrow. As the mom kept pacing the yard with her tired legs, I can hear her whimpering. This continued all night and then again the following day. She was persistent to reclaim what was hers.
I can only imagine what’s going through her head. Why did this have to happen to me and my child? It is my fault! I should have never followed my master this morning. I should have suspected something was wrong. I should have reacted faster. I shouldn’t have taken my eyes off of my child. Now I will not let up. I will not relent. I will stand, I will walk, I will wait until the day I am reunited with my pup. Though I may be tired I must ensure my pup is ok. I must ensure that she gets the best. I have plans for her. All that I am belongs to her. I have planned a bright future for my child. I will not relent! I will not!
As it thought of this, the Holy Spirit quickened in me that this is how God acts towards us when we are taken or stray from his presence. We may have wandered off too far from his presence and have gotten snatched up by the evil one who holds us captive; physically, mentally, emotionally and spiritually. Sometimes we are not in the position or are too weak to break free from the bondage. But rest assured that there is a God who would relent. Who is always nearby waiting and watching and willing to do anything to get you back. I am not sure if that is the only pup but she is surely acting like that’s the case. Like with the story of the shepherd who lost one sheep, leaves the 99 and searches until he finds it; same is with our God. When something happens to us, when we lose our way, we can be sure that the God we serve is still there waiting for us to find our way back to him or he comes and rescues us! He promised to never leave nor forsake us. His promises are true!
"God is the one who never leaves the ONE behind"