Taco Belle, my “designer dog,” some would call her a Heinz variety because she’s not an identifiable breed, loves her walk. At age 15+ she’s a senior citizen, just like me, her owner (her Mom.) Like all dogs, she loves going for a walk, and she knows when I ready to take her. When she sees my pick up my glasses and get me jacket, the next step is getting her leash so she turns in circles and barks.
She has also gotten quite deaf. When we walk through the park she doesn’t hear the dogs on the other side of the fence barking at her. And her sight is failing a bit, too. So it’s up to me to see and hear for her — to keep her safe.
Just God does for us. We’re not able to see the possible dangers around us, and we don’t hear what may be harmful. But just like Taco on the end of the leash, we’re dependent on God to keep us safe.