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John Snow has some kind of nightmare thing going on. I hear him growling and making nervous sounds, shaking his body and running a lot in his sleep.
I know sometimes he’s probably just having a good time chasing squirrels and playing with his friends in the park, but sometimes I’m pretty sure he’s having a bad dream. Whenever I see that I stop what I’m doing and begin soothing him so that he awakens into a loving cocoon. I’m very careful to wake him gently so I don’t shock him. I very gracefully bring him out of the dream into a loving embrace.
It occurred to me tonight that if I would do that to my dog, why shouldn’t I expect God (substitute whatever your version of God is) to do that to me? As I am so merciful and loving to my dog, why wouldn’t I expect God to be just as loving with me? Why not expect God to send me an angel that awakens me gently into this universe. Why would I set up a story telling myself that awakening will never come or will come only by hard knocks?
Why not consider there is a more loving being than me carrying me right now, guiding me through all things. And there is no way ever that I will not be okay. Yeah, I can go with that story.
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