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A reminder from my dog. Part 2

Welp, I'm at it again.  When I wrote the first reminder from my dog, I didn't plan on there being a "Part 2" but a "Part 2" emerged and I decided to write it.  I imagine once (Lord willing) I have kids, I'll get some good reminders from them but for now, dogs it is.
This one is about my other dog, Dolly.  She's Missy's mom.  

My poopy.
I got home from work and grocery shopping the other afternoon and as soon as I stepped in the door, she was acting WEIRD. I mean, she's a dog so she's expected to do weird things sometimes.  But she wasn't her usual, weird self.  She was acting guilty.  
I went to my sister and my rooms to make sure she hadn't messed with our garbage (a cherished pastime of hers).  She hadn't indulged.
I picked her up and checked the living room and behind the couch for a mess but I couldn't find any.  I still haven't found what she was being weird over.  As I gave up the search put her down, I wished that I could just find whatever she was ashamed of so that it could be taken care of.  And BAM! it hit me that this is exactly what I do with the Lord.  
I'm her and He's me in the analogy.  I walk around with my tail between my legs and I won't look Him in the eye and just try to sweep the shameful things under the rug.  As if that were any sort of sad excuse for an existence! I guess I forget that He knows when there's something wrong-and He always knows exactly what it is too.
I know for a fact that He is immensely passionate about just bringing the shameful things out into the open to be dealt with so we can go on with life as it's meant to be.  Because He knows He is truth and the Truth will set me free.
Why do I waste that time hiding?  Why do I pretend I never messed up?  Jesus made a way because we have all messed up.  Why do I not just show Him what He already knows I'm guilty of?

Ah, to be filled with joy and truth and love rather than guilt and shame and fear! And really, it's completely possible.  Not easy, but possible.  He cares. He wants to make it work.  So I will do my part.  I will show Him those things I wanted to hide.  I will confess to them and be really truly sorry.  And then I will get up and walk with Him away from those things because He made a way for me.
"Let us then with confidence draw near to the throne of grace, that we may recieve mercy and find grace to help in time of need."Hebrews 4:16

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