As a mildly dyslexic dog spelling isn’t my strong point, but even I was surprised to hear that John Wimber thought that LOVE ought to be spelt RISK! I take it for granted that risks are part of the way life should be lived. After all, Jesus is Lord – and doesn’t Lord stand for He is Lord of Retriever Dogs?
Yesterday, for instance, we had a brilliant run up on the Malvern Hills with Ros’s niece who was visiting from New York. We had a great climb through snow laden trees which were looking so beautiful we had to honour them by making our mark up against them.
When we reached the quarry lake, for some reason the water had all disappeared and a strange solid substance had appeared instead. We had a great time skimming across it, pretending to be figure skating champions. Kelsey of course had to do something different – he was anxious to make sure the water hadn’t disappeared forever so he set to work hammering his way through the ice to get back to the environment he is most familiar with: water!
We had a big splash around before we charged up to the top. Nobody else’s paw marks were in the snow up there! Then we set off down again and ended up hurtling down a nearly 1 in 2 descent because Dad missed the snow covered path. It was far more fun to shoosh more or less vertically down the slopes.
It occurs to me – if any ice has grown between you and some other dog, or even human, would the Lord have you break the ice this week? Why not reach out and have a go at breaking the ice, even if you do risk getting a bit cold in the process! They might appreciate it more than you think to have a good sniff of each other! Go on: take a bit of a risk and reach out your paws!