He was oppressed and afflicted, yet he did not open his mouth. Isaiah 53:7a
Walking barefoot through my bedroom, my foot touched on a wet spot and I reacted quickly in anger toward Sheba. There she was, as usual, staring up at me with those big, beautiful, innocent-looking brown eyes—but this was no time for me to be forgiving or nice! I grabbed her and sternly put her outside and closed the door, paying no attention to the confused, “what-did-I-do?” look on her face. I yelled too—even though she was completely deaf at this stage in her life and couldn’t hear a word I said, I was sure she got the message.
Next, I hurried to grab some towels and dry up the spot on the carpet. Wait—this spot wasn’t yellow—it didn’t have a bad odor—in fact it smelled nice—what was going on? Further investigation revealed that a few moments before I had carried a plastic container of wet cleaning wipes through the bedroom—the lid was loose, and some of the scented water sloshed out on the floor.
So, did I feel bad, or what? I immediately let Sheba back inside, held her and petted her, and apologized profusely (you’d think she could hear me). And she was so happy to see me—immediately right back at my feet—her curly little pug-tail wriggling with delight—her beautiful big brown eyes sparkling with joy—no grudges or resentment—just pure, unadulterated love; as always.
God is like Sheba—we may hurt him, we may accuse him unjustly; we may shut him out; but when we re-open the door to our life there he is, happily waiting to come back inside, not holding the slightest grudge, for “…there is now no condemnation for those who are in Christ Jesus, because through Christ Jesus the law of the Spirit of life set me free from the law of sin and death.” (Romans 8:1)