How can a dog be so absolutely terrified of…the wind?
Well, I guess those wind chimes aren’t helping matters much. What evil magic causes all that high pitched noise to happen at random times?
I brought both dogs inside and ended up having to let Bella move to my bedroom as Molly was beginning to annoy Bella to no end. She kept trying to get as close as possible which Bella cannot handle. Her personal space is important to her no matter where she is. So now Bella is chilling on my bed while Molly is still in high panic mode. Nothing I have done so far has calmed her down.I even moved a chair so she could get under the other desk in this room but I guess that is too close to the wall that is too close to the demon music. Currently Molly is as close to this desk as she can get, staring at the far wall as if daring what ever is roaming out there to come close. She would run, but ya know, bravado.
We all know that the wind by itself isn’t going to hurt Molly. She however, doesn’t understand so she is terrified. How often do we allow things to frighten us? In all honesty, I am very bad about that, fearing the unknown, fearing the what if. I am honest about that fact though. In the sharing of that fear, I have learned great lessons from friends. I have been reminded often that we are not given a spirit of fear. But, often for some, there are things that we do fear. I don’t go alone to places I don’t know the route well. I have a terror of getting lost. I have yet to train my brain to see getting lost or turned around as an adventure.
We often allow our minds to create worries over things that don’t even exist. The boogie man under the bed, the monster in the closet. A sound outside that could be nothing more than a passing animal or nothing at all.
We fear possibilities. We fear getting sick. We fear loss. We allow a single thought to build up into something so large as to paralyze us, preventing us from actually living.
Molly is afraid of the wind. She’s been inside for about half an hour now. She has calmed some, she is stretched out near my desk, close to the one who makes her feel safe. God is that way. When we fear, He draws us close to Him. He keeps us near, easing those fears, allowing us to calm down in the face of our storm. He shows us that as long as we stay near to Him, we are safe. We are strong and capable to see what swirls around us knowing it can’t touch us. He is our strong fortress. He shelters us beneath His wings. As long as we understand. As long as we remember. We can live with a faith over fear attitude and strength. In that, the peace is real.