Friday, May 10, 2013

Thunder falls

Fear. Icy fear. Fear that makes you different some how. Fear that makes you walk the floor. Fear that makes you someone else.

That's the fear that one of our Doxie's, Breezy, develops when the storms start roaring through. And today, during the long, long night, the storms came roaring through. Thunder that sounded like sure destruction. Thunder that didn't clap, but instead pounded. Lightening that made the sky outside look day-like. It was an impressive storm.

But not if you're a little dapple. He was scared beyond scared, out there in space where no one can hear you scream kind of fear.

Icy. Perhaps even deadly.

So... we didn't sleep last night. Breezy didn't either, and I felt for him when I wasn't drifting in and out. Mary doctored him as best she could, taking him outside the room at one point. But his fear didn't leave till the storms did.

I've read in the past couple weeks about this new device called a thunder coat. It's supposed to relieve the anxiety in the dog. I've also heard you can give the dog benadryl. Perhaps.

I can't help but think this morning of the story in scripture where Jesus does some spiritual benadryl handing out.

 Matthew's Gospel tells it this way: Suddenly a furious storm came up on the lake, so that the waves swept over the boat. But Jesus was sleeping. The disciples went and woke him, saying, “Lord, save us! We’re going to drown!”  He replied, “You of little faith, why are you so afraid?” Then he got up and rebuked the winds and the waves, and it was completely calm. The men were amazed and asked, “What kind of man is this? Even the winds and the waves obey him!”

It is instructive that I could do nothing to help Breezy. Nothing I could say or do would help. Only the stoppage of the storm could do the trick. Only Jesus has control over such.

What I needed was a Sons of Thunder coach I suspect.

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