“God’s name is a place of protection— good people can run there and be safe.” Proverbs 18:10
Last winter my dog, Daisy, was attacked in our backyard by two of our Sun City roving coyotes. If I hadn’t been watching her, she would have been carried away, never to be found. I felt as if I had failed to protect her, because I was not right by her side.
It had taken months for Daisy to trust me. She had been a street puppy found in Phoenix in my son’s yard. We have no history of her, but when she sees anyone (especially a man) with a stick, pole, or rod, she goes into flight mode. So, I can assume she may have been abused.
Last week Daisy bit the hand that feeds her. A big dog burst through an open storm door and charged at Daisy, nearly getting her by neck. But as her protector, I pulled her up by her leash into my arms. While the dog continued to lunge at her, she reeled around and bit the tip of my middle finger. I am grateful she has little teeth.
Daisy is too small to take care of herself. As her protector, I am responsible for her well-being, not just the one who rubs her belly and fills her food and water dish.
God serves as our protector who holds on to our “leash” and pulls us out of threatening situations.
Lord, thank you for being my protector. Amen.