Our dog Joy had puppies this week-end. Now she has nine squirmy, noisy, pooping, peeing, totally self-absorbed little fur balls causing her enormous amounts of grief and uncomfort. Even so, she lays still for hours on end, bearing their constant grunts and squeals as thy crawl all over her, biting, sucking, and pulling in places they should, and shouldn’t.
I guess it is instinct that makes her tolerate their torture. Somehow she knows that only she can provide what they really need. Somehow she knows she must patiently watch over and deal with them as only a mother can. Somehow she manages to deny her own needs so that she can tend to theirs. For dogs, we call it instinct. When people do it, we call it love. But you know, the Bible says God is love. So, should we really be surprised to find it reflected all throughout his creation?