I have a 12 pound bundle of joy in my life. Big brown eyes that will melt your heart – covered with white and silver fur… Oh, and let’s not forget his adorable curly tail. His name is Tucker and he’s a three-year old Morkie. (Maltese/Yorkie mix, for those of you unfamiliar with the term.)
Tucker is a source of constant entertainment for Mr. T and I – a comical little character with boundless energy, yet a tiny love-bug that is wholly devoted to and deeply enamored with his people.
But, there is one characteristic of Tucker’s that has become both deeply endearing and thoroughly annoying – Tucker has zero understanding of personal space. And I do mean ZERO! When Mr. T comes home from work and tries to greet me with a kiss, who pushes his way right in the middle of us to make sure he is a part of the affection? Tucker. If we try to hug, who insists on being right in the center of every embrace? Tucker. When I try to use the bathroom who sits at my feet staring at me with those beautiful big brown eyes waiting for me the entire time? Tucker!
I thought moments like these were over once my five children were grown – the days of interrupted affection and being followed into bathrooms long gone. Little did I know that Morkies could out pester a toddler any day of the week – sans the whining, thank heavens!
But, Tucker takes his position and title very seriously, putting any toddler to shame in the ‘zero personal space’ department. And just what is Tucker’s hallowed title? That of the beloved “lapdog”. Over the last three years it has come to my attention that I, in particular, am not allowed to sit down in my own house. Regardless of where I’m sitting, why I’m sitting or what I’m doing while sitting, Tucker takes this as a personal invitation to jump immediately into my lap. And I do mean immediately! My posterior does not even have time to make contact with the couch cushion before the blur of white fur flashes in front of me and plops soundly on my thighs. This has landed him on laptops, Kindles, phones, sewing boxes (needles included), lunch and dinner trays, textbooks… you name it. He doesn’t flinch at whatever “debris” blocks his path, but patiently waits for “Mommy” to move it while staying firmly planted in “his spot.”
Not for one moment does Tucker ever question that I’ll accept him onto my lap. Not for one moment does he consider that I wouldn’t want him there. He’s my fur-baby. I’m his “Mommy”. Why wouldn’t I want his love and adoration? And he naturally expects mine in return. The moment any offending items are removed, he lays back in my arms like a baby and stares up into my eyes with those adoring brown buttons of his for what seems like forever. Inevitably, I’m treated to sweet, little wet puppy kisses on my nose. “Thanks, mom, for loving me and cuddling me.” You know I’m lost then. That earns him scratches under his chin. His favorite! The head goes back and the eyes go closed. Total relaxation! Puppy heaven! Eventually, he’ll curl into a comfy ball and I can continue whatever I had been doing – one handed – while, of course, still managing to give him the occasional cuddles, rubs and scratches with the other.
Recently, I was doing my devotions – praying – talking to the Lord – reading my Bible – when it came to me that’s what God’s love for us is like. He wants us to come to Him just like Tucker comes to me. Confidently. Boldly. Without fear, question or hesitation. We don’t have to worry that He’s too busy for us or will shoo us away. We can come fearlessly, undaunted and just – crawl up on His lap. His mercy and grace is always there waiting. He won’t put us on hold or scold us. When we come as His child, He’s ready and waiting, willing to put down whatever’s in His hand, eager to lavish His love on us and hear the cries of our heart. When we’ve experienced such depth of love – overwhelming, sacrificial, undeserved – how can we not look back adoringly into His eyes and pour out our love and praise for Him!
So let us come boldly to the throne of our gracious God. There we will receive his mercy, and we will find grace to help us when we need it most. – Heb. 4:16 (NLT)
Think how much the Father loves us. He loves us so much that he lets us be called his children, as we truly are… – 1 John 3:1 (CEV)
Real love isn’t our love for God, but his love for us. God sent his Son to be the sacrifice by which our sins are forgiven. – 1 John 4:10 (CEV)
God loved the people of this world so much that he gave his only Son, so that everyone who has faith in him will have eternal life and never really die. – John 3:16 (CEV)