Waiting for Daddy

While my boyfriend's out of town for a week and a half, I'm being a sweet girlfriend and dogsitting his dog Fletcher. It's actually not a chore at all; I adore Fletcher and he loves me and my own dog loves him as well, so we're all one big happy furry family right now.

Even though Fletcher is enjoying my big fenced-in backyard and the companionship of a fellow canine while I'm at work (not to mention lots of attention and treats from me), there are times when he sits at my front picture window and stares at the world outside. Most likely he's looking for signs of his daddy's return. I try to tell him that his daddy will be home next week, but let's face it, dogs don't quite comprehend the concept of time. For all Fletcher knows, his daddy could walk in the door at any second. Or he could never return. Who knows what his doggy brain is thinking?

I think this is a good analogy of how my life should be--living in the moment, enjoying where I am, but when it gets right down to it, I should be eagerly awaiting the return of my Master. There are times when I feel a restlessness within me that I can best describe as homesickness, longing for where I'm truly meant to be. For the time being I can adapt to my temporary home and even enjoy it for the most part, but at the end of the day, I want to be watching for signs of my own Father.