Let me introduce you to Tucker. He is our very faithful, very large, very good watchdog. I was at work on my computer this morning when Tucker started barking and wouldn’t stop. I wasn’t startled; I know his bark. He wasn’t protecting either his territory or me from an intruder; he was getting worked up over the trash truck. He does that.
Every Thursday, every week, without fail.
He doesn’t stop, but barks ferociously until the trash truck is out of sight and down the block. And because there is a parade of trucks…one for the garbage, one for recycling and one for yard waste, he can easily spend all morning in a dizzying tirade! I don’t know if he’s genuinely afraid of them, or if he just doesn’t like the rumble they make.
Since I have a thing against noisy dogs (and neighbors who don’t take care of their noisy dogs), I went to the back door to call him in. Usually he’s reluctant. Numerous times I’ve run out at 6 a.m., still in my p.j.’s, attempting to grab his collar and pull him in, (which is no small feat for a large breed dog), but just as I get within “grabbing range”, he darts away; leaving me wondering how silly that scenario must appear to the neighbors!
This time though, he bounded up the hill and rushed into the house, out of breath and unsettled.
I made him lie down next to me, but he obeys for mere moments. Tucker knew the truck was still at the bottom of the hill and he could hear it slowly coming up toward the corner. He looked frantically from the door to me, back to the door and to me, waiting for me to let him back outside so he could bark at it. I watched him, his ears back and eyes wild. He was a whimpering, huffing, drooling mess…he couldn’t rest! As Tucker’s master, I know that the trash truck brings no real threat, but he doesn’t know that.
It strikes me that I am like Tucker at times ~
I find it hard to rest…after all, life can be hard…and SCARY.
Some of that comes from my family of origin. I grew up in a very chaotic environment. Bad things happened all the time. I grew up believing that if I was going to be safe,
I had to be on guard, vigilant, watchful, working.
The only problem with that is, it never allows me to be fully at rest.
Admittedly a good portion of the inability to rest comes from my personality type…I’m all about accomplishment, so I often think that if I stop and rest, I won’t get as much “done”. And then, some of it is just plain ol’ human nature that says (the lie) that I have to do everything myself…I’m on my own here. Like Tucker, I get myself in a “state”, start worrying, and things just go downhill from there. Yikes!
What is it that threatens to undo me? It’s usually the same things over and over like the trash truck is for Tucker. My interaction with him this morning reminds me that the Lord is my faithful Master…He knows my anxieties (fears) and He knows when I need to rest.
I’m learning to trust that my master, my Shepherd is ever watchful, ever present and always loving toward me ~ and He’s even MORE patient with me than I am with Tucker!
What causes you to worry, stress and/or overwork?
I’d LOVE to hear from you!