I wait for the LORD, my soul waits, and in His word I do hope.
We’ve recently noticed how much our dog is losing his eyesight, especially when he comes in from lying out on the back patio in the sun. Jake loves surveying his own little personal Ponderosa. But when he comes in the house he’ll walk right into a pillow that’s been left on the floor or into a piece of furniture. Or he’ll come in and just stand there, looking lost, as if he’s waiting for his eyes to adjust to the indoor light again.
I let him in after his sunbath today and he did just that--stood there looking dazed, confused and thoroughly lost, not knowing which way to go. There was nothing I could do but I wanted him to feel safe and not so alone. So I sat down with him, pet him reassuringly and asked him, in a voice I reserve just for cute little babies and Jake, if he wanted me to wait with him until he could see again. And I did. We sat there together, waiting, until his vision returned.
That is what the Lord does for us.