by Sandy Kirby Quandt
Timothy was the large, furry, well fed and cared for neighborhood dog. Whenever I saw Timothy, he always–always–had a ball in his slobbery mouth. He would drop the ball at my feet, and anyone else’s feet, sit patiently, and wait for the ball to be thrown. Then chase it and return, tail wagging, to start the game all over again.
Every time there was enough snow for sledding, the street Timothy lived on was left unplowed. Whenever that happened, Timothy was out there with the rest of us having himself a grand ole time chasing snowballs, and following sleds down the hill.
One evening when I was in elementary school, my brother and I went sledding down Timothy’s street. After a while, my hands, feet, and nose were numb and I wanted to go home. Butter, however, did not. I knew my way home. It wasn’t far. But it was dark. I’d never walked that far in the dark by myself before. And I didn’t want to start. When I couldn’t persuade Butter to leave, I hesitantly ventured out on my own.
I hadn’t gone far when I sensed I was being followed. Before I knew it, something large bumped up against me and leaned into my side. Timothy. I’d never been happier to see that dog. I kept my hand on Timothy’s back and talked to him the whole way home.
He was my companion. He was my protector. He was my friend. Before I crossed the busy street in front of my house, I hugged that furry dog with all my might, and thanked him for getting me home safe.
When I walked away from my brother that night and told him I could get home fine on my own, thank you very much, I said it, but I wasn’t so sure I could actually do it. Fortunately for me, Timothy came along. With him by my side, I didn’t have to face the dark alone.
Before Jesus left this earth and returned to his home in heaven, he told his disciples he would send them a comforter. He would send them someone to walk alongside them as they traveled through life. The Holy Spirit would be their guide and protect them. They didn’t need to be afraid, for the Holy Spirit would always be with them. Even in the dark when they walked home alone. The same is true for us.
Whenever the things of this world frighten us and we feel all alone, we need to remember we aren’t walking home by ourselves. Jesus’ Holy Spirit, our companion, is right there with us. He comforts and keeps us safe even through the darkest night.
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I will ask the Father to send you another Helper, the Spirit of truth, who will remain constantly with you. John 14:16 (Voice)
I wish you well.
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