Sick And Tired Of Losing Joy? It’s Better To Act Like A Dog (NOT A Goat!)

Which kind of animal do you most look up to, friend?

When my dog ran to greet me as I arrived home, I questioned him with exasperation, “Aren’t you ever going to lay an egg or DO something useful?”

The next day, my alarm blared earlier than my preference. I was up, busy (Of course!). My dog lay curled up in his comfy bed, his little eyes still closed.

“Wake up, Wake up!” I yelled at him.

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“How are you going to get all the things on your list done today, if you’re lying there, asleep for such a long time?” I asked my dog. And then I remembered that “Lie down and sleep for a while” WAS one of the items on my dog’s to-do list. And so, these thoughts got me perseverating on the fact that ALL of my pets (a dog AND a bunny) are completely useless!

Why did we have all the useless animals?

My friends have goats, chickens, and things that actually DO something!

And then, the next day, as we were driving home, our dog climbed onto my daughter’s lap as we drove silently. My daughter and I were pondering the discouraging news we just received. Our dog seemed to lick her a little more often.

I don’t know why.

Maybe because she was a little more ready to receive his love that day? She realized she needed an extra hug. She brought him with her to her seat, after all, instead of leaving him in the backseat, where he often sits, waiting for someone to notice him so he can love them.

A fluffy white puppy with brown markings lies down.

And as we drove home that day, I remembered that loving others IS actually the most productive thing we can do in a day.

And so, perhaps, maybe my pets aren’t COMPLETELY useless.

These thoughts unintentionally reminded me of that season in our church when we got a LOT of things right. But I forgot to love people QUITE as well as I had in past seasons, I realized later.1 I may have taken them for granted a bit, remembering they would always be there in the backseat, ready to love me when I needed it (They were).

Our dog is the one who (irritatingly) seems to remember the most important things.

I, however, unfortunately, seem incapable of learning this lesson, but my interactions with my dog this week were ANOTHER STOP sign, it seemed, that God was placing in front of me, hoping I would notice.

red and white Stop sign board

Could it be that Holy Spirit is sitting right there next to my mini-goldendoodle, or your dog or cat or bunny or other useless animal you notice out your window, willing to offer a crumb of His love to any of us who notice him?

While I was trying harder and doing more, there was a yawning emptiness under it all that no amount of activity, Christian or otherwise, could fill.

Sacred Rhythms – Ruth Haley Barton

(Oh! And the joy comes after we remember these most essential things.)

. . . in your presence there is fullness of joy . . .

Ancient Text

So that’s why I’m going to try to be more like my dog (or my bunny) a little more often this week and a little less frequently, a reflection of my friend’s (helpful!) goat.

How about you?

Oh! And by the way, doggy love changes the world and culture, too! Proven HERE in the news this week.

You’re welcome!

Good luck!

As the song below plays, consider asking God – What is the ONE most important priority to focus on this week? What is one small step you can take to remember this priority item? (And may you give and receive a little more love from your furry friends – or even God! – this week, friend.)


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Photo Credits – My AWESOME Dog by ME, Need Some Love? by Helena Lopes on Unsplash, and Did You Stop For The MOST Important Things? by Juli Kosolapova on Unsplash, My AWESOME Bunny by ME.


1 Although it was mostly their fault.

This Is How To Feed Others Spiritually – 3 Methods

Why not share a bit of your food, friend?

ostrich drinking water from a white plastic bucket

Make some for yourself, too, God seemed to whisper to me that day several years ago. God had been nudging me to make fleece pants with my kids and their friends. Now, He seemed to be nudging to make fleece pants for me, too.

So, I was online ordering fleece fabric.

A particular type of fabric stood out to me, as joy bubbled from within. I bought the fabric with golden retrievers stamped all over it (True story, but why would I lie about that?). I made my pants.

And now, I will convey something challenging to articulate.

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Shockingly, these doggy fleece pants are like a key opening a door between another culture and me.

People who would never even bother looking down their nose at me suddenly become my best friends. I am accepted by a whole new world of people when I wear these pants. These pants melt their hearts, and they pour their love on me, after asking me where they, too, can buy the same pants.

Note: I say this HUMBLY, but in THIS article, I deferentially mention the name brands of the clothes I am wearing, because I am THAT kind of a person. Just saying. Read more HERE.

But a couple of stories to illustrate the surprising allure of these doggy pants: Once, someone exclaimed jubilantly that she loved my pants and then recounted a surprising amount of her life story as I stood, listening, stunned and speechless, my to-go coffee cup waiting in my hand, mid-air, for her to finish. This kind of thing happens often.

It happened today.

The teenage guy working at Tim Hortons spent five minutes before taking my order telling me he loved my pants, telling me a story about his dog, and then speaking with the lady next to him about whether she liked dogs or cats better.

I listened mutely and smiled.

When I finally pulled away from him to sit at a table to drink my coffee, I noticed the table was covered with crumbs. I returned to that young man to quickly ask for a napkin to clean it. He leaned in to confide that they are understaffed, “But I will clean the table for you.” Stunned, I watched him wipe my table.

Then he said, “People really surprise me sometimes.”

“How do you mean?” I asked.

He was quiet.

I offered, pointing to the messy table, “You mean how people are always making messes?”

He nodded.

He seemed to need a crumb to eat, as he lingered a bit longer at my table. I wondered what I could say in the several seconds left of our interaction that could feed him just a little. “Well, it’s a good thing that God forgives us after we create our messes.”

I looked innocently away, waiting for the metaphor to nourish his soul.

The crumb nourished him, and his hunger pangs made him sputter forcefully, “I can’t believe people don’t know I’m a Christian! I don’t even smoke!” He then felt the need for some reason to confess to speaking a partial truth to me, a perfect stranger, by quickly adding, “Well, I do smoke weed.”

My brain was overheating. “Did he say that smoking weed made him a Christian?” I wondered.

Or that smoking cigarettes made a person not a Christian? It’s hard to keep all that theology straight – I can empathize!

“And so, where do we go from here, God?” I prayed. What do I say in the twelve nanoseconds before he departs to resume his job? Clearly, he was being nourished, somehow, by the crumbs of this measly conversation.

But Jesus said, “There is no need to dismiss them. You give them supper.”

“All we have are five loaves of bread and two fish,” they said.

Jesus said, “Bring them here.” . . . They all ate their fill.

The Message

“Well, if we can truly understand that God loves us after we mess up our tables, that’s the important part, right?” I offered him, like a crumb. Would he take and eat?

He stared at me, fumbled, and then dropped his cleaning cloth.

His hat fell off as he bent over to pick up the fabric. He stared at me a moment before picking that up, too. He was deep in thought.

Eye contact one more time before he walked away.

Was there a glimpse of light lit for a moment, so that Your light broke through this ordinary day for a clerk at Tim Hortons, God?

May this generation find messy tables wherever they go, we pray.

And may the crumbs somehow, by your grace, be multiplied to nourish the soul. There is more, there is more, there is more, He is saying to the teenage boy working at Tim Hortons. There is more to this story, too. I’ll continue it another time.

For now, how can our lives spiritually feed others?

  1. We get thirsty.

Jesus said, “. . . Anyone who drinks the water I give will never thirst—not ever.”

The Message


  1. We learn how to listen.

My sheep recognize my voice. I know them, and they follow me.

The Message


  1. We trust Him to lead us, come what may.

In the same way that a branch can’t bear grapes by itself but only by being joined to the vine, you can’t bear fruit unless you are joined with me.

The Message


That’s it.

(And may you, your doggy and your doggy pants1 (of course!) bring some love and crumbs to nourish a spiritually hungry world, too, friend.)

Thanks for liking me! I like you too! – Proven HEREHERE, and HERE! Let’s journey together!

Photo Credit – 3 Methods / 3 Ostriches by Jutta Kamp on Unsplash and Me-and-My -Doggy-and-My-Doggy-Pants (Of Course!)


1 Or however He leads you in your culture.

What Happens When You Swap Mindless Eating For A Beautiful Life Adventure?

a woman eating a sandwich

So, I found myself mindlessly thinking about lunch right after breakfast and my mid-afternoon sugar snack right after lunch, which, of course, I would NEVER do!

However, I know some of you struggled with this once or twice in your life, perhaps. And how to solve this challenging problem reminds me of a funny story about my dog. THIS is a picture I already showed you of my dog in his Superman costume.

He’s pretty awesome.

Except when we go swimming.

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