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Topic: The Game of Life (09/11/08)
- TITLE: Sheba's Folly
By Darlene Casino
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this is what I seek; that I may dwell
in the house of the Lord all the days of
my life, to gaze upon the beauty of
the Lord and to seek him in his temple.”
Psalm 27:4 NIV
It was a quiet afternoon, and the master of the house was relaxing on his lounge with a good
book. Lying at his feet was his sweet little poodle, Sheba, intently watching him with eyes full
“If only he would just look at me,” she thought.
With this, the little dog arose from her spot and carefully walked along his body, until she reached the hand that held the book. Gently, she pushed her nose under the book.
“Not now, Sheba.” He responded
She jumped down on the deck and, with her head hanging she found a spot and reluctantly laid down.
Some time passed and the master continued to read his book…oblivious to the eyes that were intently watching him. Sheba was feeling so bored, so restless that she began to pace from one end of the deck to the other. Every now and then her attention was diverted to a passing ant or some flying insect.
Suddenly, she ran from the deck, grabbed something from the lawn and returned. In her mouth was her favorite red ball which she promptly dropped by her master’s shoulder.
Looking into eyes filled with love and expectation, he said, “Okay Sheba.” He laid aside the book and rose from the lounge.
She was so excited, wagging her tail feverishly and barking her approval. And the game was on…
He would throw the ball and she would race to retrieve it. Sometimes she caught it in mid air, other times she would search back and forth until the ball was found. And always she would deliver it into his hands. Each time the master would cheer her on, giving her praise and a gentle touch of approval as she accomplished her task.
Finally, the game was over and both Sheba and her master returned to the lounge. Now it was time for a little nap. As the little dog settled at his side, she gave a long, contented sigh. This was that for which she lived, this was the reason she had been born; to be in his presence, to interact with him, to receive his loving strokes and words of approval.
A quiet voice within me whispered: “What about you, child; what makes your life worth living?”
And I bowed my head and prayed…
Father; Please help me to be more like Sheba. Help me to find my fulfillment and joy in Your Presence.
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