It’s over 100 degrees outside but feels much hotter sitting in rush hour traffic. I’m busy rapping along with Macklemore and tapping the steering wheel when I see something in the road ahead that stops me mid-verse.
It’s a dachshund.
A black and tan wiener dog is running down the middle of Highway 75 straight toward me. He’s wagging his little black tail and smiling, oblivious to the dangers around him. Cars slow or swerve around the little guy, creating a parting of cars where he rushes down the highway.
As he gets closer I realize not only is there a wiener dog running down the highway, there is a wiener dog owner running down the highway.
Far behind the little dog is a gray-haired man in jeans and boots chasing after him. The man is already sweating from the heat, swearing and yelling, “Peanut!” over and over.
Peanut ignores him and keeps running.
Other people get out of their cars in attempts to grab Peanut but he is too smart for that. He simply dodges, then ducks his tiny little body under the nearest car and keeps running.
It takes several minutes of chasing and some helpful commuters but finally sweaty owner and panting wiener dog are reunited. Peanut is safe.
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I’ve been thinking about Peanut ever since, and how much I relate to him.
Too many times I rush headfirst through life, ignoring the calls of my creator as he tries to pull me from the chaos of my world. I feel him at my heels and hear him shouting, “Justin!” and instead of allowing him to reach out and pick me up, I dodge. I run. I fall. I fail.
But God is diligent. His love never falters or fails. He never stops chasing me. He doesn’t tire from calling me, get exasperated with or give me over to my own stupidity. Even when I run into oncoming traffic, he is close behind calling my name.
But Just like Peanut, I don’t realize how much better life would be if I stopped running.
Hopefully, I learn to stop running before an unwitting commuter, busy rapping along with Macklemore and tapping the steering wheel, runs me over.