Here's Major as a pup. Look how little he was then. (He's an English Golden Retriever.) Oh, the biting on everything. This must've looked like a neat stick, right inside the house! Problem was, he couldn't move it to take it with him as he ran away from me.
After I laughed a bit, 'cause puppies are the cutest things, and snapped this picture, I got serious. He looked at me as if to say, "This is mine, I found it first. Just help me take it to my cushion, please."
Grabbing the Bitter Apple Spray, I think the name was Granny's Bitter..., oh I can't remember, but something like that, I sprayed all the chair rungs, and hoped it wouldn't stain. Major went back to try again, but just the smell and one tiny air lick persuaded him otherwise. Yeah for Granny and her apples!
"The Lord will accomplish what concerns me; Thy lovingkindness, O Lord, is everlasting." Psalms 138:8
How many times do my ideas, and maybe even my motives seem great. Boy, it sure looks good, sounds good and wouldn't I be proud of myself. I would take it back to my cushion and chew that stick in all its glory.
Then impulsive bitterness coats my tongue and heart as God shows me other plans, better plans, so nothing would get harmed in the process--including me. I need to check with the Master first, in all things.
Have you ever been sprayed?
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