Susie seemed resigned to the inevitable. She lay on her side with her big brown eyes half closed, her breathes coming in slow shallow spurts. Again and again, a contraction would grip her little body, it would quiver, and a tiny beagle puppy would enter the world. I’ll never forget those amazing moments huddled in the dark corner of a little doghouse with my brother, as we watched with a reverent awe the miracle of birth unfold.
Those moments in the shadows of that doghouse had a profound effect on me. They were the genesis moments of an awakening to a God who was real and intricately involved in His creation. I watched in wonder, as life pushed its way out from behind the thick curtains of mystery and onto center stage, as it fought like a gladiator for a place to exist—to stand—to live—to be. I watched with reverence, I dreamed with imagination, and I determined to know this God if it were possible.
Susie survived her ordeal several more times, but that little boy with the short cropped hair, brown tan and black high-top Keds was ruined forever. He was rendered undone, messed up, and I still am, as I struggle to pursue a God who is relentless in His pursuit of me. With the Hound of heaven at nipping at my heels, I have found myself thrust into a realm I cannot comprehend. It is a supernatural place where He desires all of us to walk with confidence in our spiritual inheritance. Whenever I find myself in this place, I am overwhelmed and undone with the same feelings and emotions I experienced so long ago in the corner of that old wooden dog house. I have since discovered it’s not the place or the situation; it’s the Person, in whom resides a realm where all things are possible and in whose language there is no room or meaning for the word impossible.