I was driving home from work the other day when I witnessed a very common sight in my neighborhood. A gentleman was walking his dog.
Or he was when I first saw him anyway.
Suddenly he jerked to a stop as the dog stopped and started sniffing at something profoundly interesting to him on the ground. As I made a turn, I could see the guy just standing there, holding the dogs leash, unable to go anywhere.
I can only assume that he accepts such a lack of discipline and doesn't just leave the dog there because he loves it.
I don't know why, but instantly I imagined God holding my leash while I yank Him to a stop again to sniff at some hobby.
It's not that He's unable to move, while He stands there waiting on me, it's just that He won't leave me behind. So He waits. Knowing that as I grow up I'll become more disciplined and focused on taking that walk with Him and not being so distracted by the things around me.
I can only assume that He accepts such a lack of discipline and doesn't leave me behind because He loves me.