Walking Watson

A couple months ago, my parents got a new little dog from the SPCA and named him Watson. He’s a really good dog: he doesn’t bark, doesn’t have accidents in the house, gets along fine with other animals. He does not, however, like to go outside for walks.

This tiny, little 10-pound dog is STUBBORN. If you try to walk him through my parents’ front yard, he’ll sit down and dig in, until you’re just dragging him across the grass. But once you get to the sidewalk on the other side of the street, something strange happens. Watson starts to sniff around. He starts trotting along the side of the road. He begins to realize that he actually likes to be outside. After the fight he put up to avoid it, he’s actually enjoying the walk.

I don’t think Watson’s stubbornness is really about whether or not he wants to go on a walk. It’s about him doing what he wants to do, when he wants to do it. It’s about him trying to exert the tiniest little bit of control.

I think I can be a lot like Watson. When God asks me to do things, sometimes I want to stubbornly dig in. I want to control what I do in my life. Sometimes I agree to go along with what God wants me to do, but not willingly. I’ll let God drag me across the grass, so to speak, but I’m not gonna make it easy.

But then something strange happens. I realize that I’m happy doing what God wants me to do. I figure out that I actually like it. I enjoy being where God wants me to be, doing what He wants me to do.

Thank God for His grace and patience with me as I foolishly resist His control over my life. And thank God that the things He has for me really are the desires of my heart (Psalm 37:4). It comes down to this: God, who designed each of us individually, knows and wants what’s best for us. Let’s follow him with all our hearts, readily surrendering control of our lives. That’s the only way we’ll really enjoy life!