I meet* myself through Mr. Robinson
Well Mr. Robinson is my little sis beloved canal, a corker spaniel. I didn’t spend plenty of time with him, not until I was resigned and set back home for months. During home stays, he would sleep out side my room’s door, woke up me at appointed times which he prefers, didn’t allow me to goes to bed if I changed my sleeping schedule, he turns so attach to me until my entire family members thought he was obsessive compulsive and getting weird, if my brother tried to play any wrestling with me, Robinson would comes to attack him thought of protecting me, we were so surprise he acted that way. Never miss out a morning kiss from him nor was I permitted to goes to bed without having a word of good night to him…part of his temperament.
Well Mr. Robinson is my little sis beloved canal, a corker spaniel. I didn’t spend plenty of time with him, not until I was resigned and set back home for months. During home stays, he would sleep out side my room’s door, woke up me at appointed times which he prefers, didn’t allow me to goes to bed if I changed my sleeping schedule, he turns so attach to me until my entire family members thought he was obsessive compulsive and getting weird, if my brother tried to play any wrestling with me, Robinson would comes to attack him thought of protecting me, we were so surprise he acted that way. Never miss out a morning kiss from him nor was I permitted to goes to bed without having a word of good night to him…part of his temperament.
Chinese New Year was approaching so I did some cleaning around the corners of house. As I was busying he also follow me around…
One afternoon as I was cleaning the door grill, rubbing away the dust with a rag. He managed to find a spot and sat close next to me. Just quietly still had his two soulful brown eyes fixed on me, without a single sound or disturbance. He just kept observing with whatever I was doing, and it took me almost two hours there at the spot to finish my task. From time to time I did manage to voice out myself to him and asked him whether he understood my human talks or not hahahah…. Laughed at myself.
But he was still the same showing his quietude wagging his tail, sniffing the air as he enjoyed. Later I accidentally looked at him. Suddenly I have a thought inside…
If the person doing the cleaning works was God and I had myself been Mr. Robinson sitting there. Am I able to allow myself to be still and quiet? Peacefully…faithfully…joining God with whatever He please Himself in doing, even though I didn’t understand much what He is doing?…am I able to be carelessly without doubt or anxiously waiting for Him to finish His job?….
Am I able to be so genuinely longing for His Love? Just paying my full attention on Him….He really caught me into the sacred moment…
Over the months I still have difficulties over sleeping, may be I was too adapt to a stressful period of working, up until my health turn up side down dramatically loss weight, immunity break down with constant flu and cough, an injured muscle, get my family members weary. I had myself unrest worrying upon my future and family…I guess He try to make me understand…I can rest upon His shoulder …just like how Mr. Robinson bend over on my lap to take a short nap. Even though I had left out far behind others...
