The first dog I ever loved was a Doberman. Despite the reputation of his breed, he was the sweetest, most loyal thing I’d ever known. And man, did he love to run!
Luckily the fields near our Colorado home provided plenty of running opportunities. Most of which included that dog getting very far away from me very quickly. There was no chance of catching him in a chase. Only one thing could get him to change directions.
“Cooper!” I would call. Eventually he would stop. Turn. Lock eyes with me. And come running back.
I’m not all that different. “Prone to wander, Lord I feel it. Prone to leave the God I love.” It doesn’t take long to get pretty far away.
Until I hear my name being called. I turn. Make eye contact. And it always leads me home.
Psalm 121: I lift up my eyes to the mountains—where does my help come from? My help comes from the Lord, the Maker of heaven and earth.