Day 147; Footnotes of Calling and Calling and…

  I felt so badly for him. At random moments all through the day, I heard the neighbor’s child calling his dog. All would be quiet, then I’d hear his voice calling for Miya. I’m not friends with any of the people who live in the apartments, but I do try to be civil. Still, I was not in a position to ask what was going on without appearing to be ‘that’ nosy neighbor. It did break my heart though every time I heard him calling. 

I don’t know anything about Miya’s disappearance, whether she got loose, whether she slipped out the door, or any number of other reasons why Miya was missing. Why did she not come when called? Was she lost? Was she trapped somewhere? Had someone picked her up and taken her away? Was she simply sitting in the shade ignoring his calling? A lot of questions, for which I had no answers. But from early this morning, until late this afternoon, about once an hour, that child  would try calling for her again. Right up until it got late.

 At one point today, I was out working in the yard. Over where my walking circle is, I had taken an old hard shell car top carrier and turned them open side up to catch rainwater. Well, over the winter they had caught a lot of leaves as well. I had gone out there to clean those out because they had become a mosquito breeding ground-um water. While I worked, I heard the boy calling for Miya. You could hear the concern in his voice, even and especially with him that young. I was thinking though, is that not how we are being called? Jesus who loved us enough to die for us, is calling us by name. Calling us to come to Him. Calling us to be cleaned of old ways and life into a new one. His voice loving and patient, yet concerned over our delay. That love obvious not only in the sound within our heart, but in the feelings that flow with each word.

 Have we wandered off, slipped through the door and made a run for it out into the big, wide, world. Are we ignoring His voice while we seek adventure and thrills of this life? Does this life seem more fun, than a life in Christ?

 He calls, inviting us to come, but it has to be our choice. The gift of free will means we will not be forced, only invited. Called for, right up until time runs out, and it does eventually run out for all. He calls, offering forgiveness, offering comfort, shelter, peace.

He calls, seeking those who will come to eternal peace and joy. No more suffering. No more tears. No more fears.

I don’t know if Miya ever showed up. I can imagine though that child’s joy if she did. Just as the angels in Heaven celebrate with each individual who finds their salvation;

When we walk into the open, loving arms of a Savior who calls us, never giving up on us. Right up until there is no more time.For with death, the clock stops and there are no more chances.

We do not know, how long our journey will be. All along the way, we are being called. Called from this old life into a new forever life. Renewed, reborn. Only we can answer.

About rebecca s revels

A writer, a photographer, a cancer survivor. An adventurer of the mild kind, a lover of the simple pleasures such as long walks and chocolate. A Christian unashamed of my faith and a friend who is dependable and will encourage readily. Author of three self published books with more waiting to find their way to paper. An advocate of good things, a fighter against wrongs.
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4 Responses to Day 147; Footnotes of Calling and Calling and…

  1. Doug Goodman says:

    Oh, no! I hope Miya gets back. Last night a neighbor’s bulldog got out. Chewed right through the fence. I’d caught the dog in the act the previous day, and I saw that they’d put a few slats across the hole, but it was graduation night and they had to go. They were in the middle of graduation when they learned their dog got out. I hope they got him/her back…

    • When my two get over excited and worked up, I can almost hear words like “Can’t get through this? Hold my kibble.” A neighbor’s puppy came up here once and my two went crazy and literally dove through the fence wire. When the puppy just rolled over on its back my two stood clueless. I got them back in the house, puppy’s owner came for him and I replaced the fence. But I too, hope they found the pup. As an adult it would break my heart to lose one of mine, but a child? That is so much worse.

      • Doug Goodman says:

        I was weedeating the side of my fence when I heard a dog barking, and then I heard this sound like tree branches being ripped apart or celery stalks snapping. I looked over my shoulder and saw the bulldog standing inside the fence, but that massive bulldog jaw was just biting huge chunks out of the fence. I guess he decided that today, that fence has got to go!

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