So, the other day it was Spa Day for Marty.
Truth be told, there isn't too much spa treatment involved.
A beagle does not need to be groomed, trimmed, or styled.
He just needs to be cleaned.
But, we like to call it Spa Day because…well, because it makes Marty feel special.
Many dogs – (most dogs??) – are terrified of the vet. The dog that I grew up with, Bo, a dachshund, started shaking the minute he got into the car.
He LOVES the vet.
Which is surprising to me, considering the experiences he's had there. When he was just two months old, before he was ours, he spent about 10 days there battling the deadly Parvo disease. That involved all sorts of *sick*, and lots of needles and IV treatments. Then, shortly after that, he was back for treatment for parasites.
Then, of course, there was that whole neutering escapade.
You'd think that THAT would have made him never want to go to the vet's office again…not EVER. But no, not so. Marty still loves going to the vet's because…
…well, because he's Marty.
One of the friendliest, sweetest, most gregarious animals I have ever known in my life.
Marty is a people person.
And the vet's office has lots of people – lots of people that know and love him.
It's pretty funny. I've had to take him to Spa Day a few times myself. The vet's office is about 10 minutes away from where my son lives. At first, Marty is just pretty excited about going on a car ride.
But as we begin to approach the parking lot for the vet's office, Marty becomes more and more concentrated on our surroundings. He often sits up in the passenger seat. And, as soon as I get into the left-hand turn lane, he KNOWS where we are.
And he can hardly contain himself.
The moment I put my car into "park," that dog is beside himself with glee. (Maybe it's more accurate to say he's beside ME with glee…like in my lap).
Once inside, he pulls on his leash, he jumps up to say hello, he sniffs and chuffles every square inch of the waiting room. Occasionally, though we have thoughtfully pre-peed him in the bushes outside, he does a little *marking* on the desk or floor.
Hey, he's a dog, and it's always fun to let other dogs know you've...ahem...
With barely a nod to my presence, scarcely a sniff good-bye, Marty is off. Around the corner – see ya later!
So, after a long day, the time comes to go pick him up.
I love this part.
I pay the bill, and they go get him. I can hear him coming long before I see him. No, he isn't barking or anything – remember, Marty is a "silent" beagle. He's only barked like 10 times in his life…
But, I can hear his newly-trimmed toenails (and fingernails) clicking on the tiles. And then, the best moment of all, Marty appears around the corner.
He rushes over to greet me.
Marty might not be too good at good-bye, but he's a superstar champ at HELLO!
Boy, does he smell good. And his little beagle hair is all fluffy. Well, perhaps fuzzy is a better way to describe it.
But the best thing of all?
Marty is wearing a bandanna.
Sometime last year, the vet's office started giving their dogs bandannas after their baths (this last Spa Day, Marty's was red). I think it's an adorable idea.
I'm sure that Marty knows he's got that thing on. And he's proud of it. He has a certain bounce in his step, a certain joy in his trot that he didn't have when he first came in.
Yup, Marty knows he's special – and he knows he's clean.
I'm thinking about this tonight.
Marty teaches me a great many things about God, and this is no exception.
What does it feel like to be clean?
I think sometimes I take for granted the great work, the impossible work that Jesus did for me on the cross. He took every single filthy thing I've ever done, or that I ever will do, and He crucified it. He washed it clean.
The dirt and grime and stain of sin – the blot that I could not remove – He bore it all.
And washed me clean.
Honestly, I think that should change how I live – every single day. It should give me a certain bounce in my step, a certain joy in my trot.
It should make me feel beside myself – I should be barely able to contain my glee.
I know I. AM. CLEAN.
Once and for all clean. Eternally clean. Deep down where it counts clean.
You know, maybe today I'll wear my red bandanna – and I'll wear it proud.
Because yes, indeed, I am special to the Master of the Universe!
"Wash me clean from my guilt. Purify me from my sin." (Psalm 51:2, NLT)
"For on this day shall atonement be made for you to cleanse you. You shall be clean before the LORD from all your sins." (Leviticus 16:30, ESV)
"Cleanse me with hyssop, and I will be clean; wash me, and I will be whiter than snow." (Psalm 51:7, NIV)
"I will cleanse them of their sins against me and forgive all their sins of rebellion." (Jeremiah 33:8, NLT)
"I will sprinkle clean water on you, and you shall be clean from all your uncleannesses..." (Ezekiel 36:25, ESV)
"When Jesus came to Simon Peter, Peter said to him, 'Lord, are you going to wash my feet?' Jesus replied, 'You don't understand now what I am doing, but someday you will.' 'No,' Peter protested, 'you will never ever wash my feet!' Jesus replied, 'Unless I wash you, you won't belong to me.' Simon Peter exclaimed, 'Then wash my hands and head as well, Lord, not just my feet!'" (John 13:6-9, NLT)
Are We There Yet???
I Am Special
What does it feel like to you to be *deep-down Jesus* clean?
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Joan at SHARING HIS BEAUTY
Pamela at A SHELTERING TREE
Bonnie at FAITH BARISTA
Charlotte at SPIRITUAL SUNDAYS
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