A Hitch in the Git-a-long

It was iffy for a while when the Budster was going through heart worm treatment but he made it and his life is better. We are still picking through the pieces of his lingering health issues and one thing that remains is his wonky hinder parts. (That’s the medical term for when yer back legs ain’t working right) He wobbles when he walks and often often has difficulty standing. Once in a while the back end says, “Nope,” and sits down. Walking out in the cold seems to make things worse. The other day he was having such a hard time standing that I thought I was going to have to carry the poor boy back to the house. Mom gives him his pills and powders but other than that, not much can be done. It’s the result of laying on the cold and damp ground for years. It’s part of getting older.

As our bodies age, the glider things begin to creak, the bendy things pop, fur grows in new places and falls out in other places. If we live long enough, we develop a hitch in our git-a-long that won’t go away no matter what we do. It doesn’t mean we’re done, it just means we’re done doing certain things. Perhaps we still could do them, albeit slowly, we just don’t have to.

When the Missus and I got married, we promised each other “to have and to hold from this day forward, for better for worse, for richer for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till one of us gets a hitch in our git-a-long.” No. Wait. I don’t think that’s right. There was something about til death or something. Yeah, that’s it, till death us do part. We aren’t done until that last part, the death part. It’s not that we could but don’t have to, it’s that we want to and we will. We are committed to each other because we love each other.

Me and the Missus have been through better and worse parts, richer and poorer parts, sickness and health and even hitchs in our git-a-longs and we ain’t going anywhere until God says so. Yes, it would be nice if He would restore the glide to our step and unpop the bendy parts but to be honest, not everyone gets the chance develop creaks, pops and wobbles. Those things are blessings from God, just like gray hair and they come with a promise.

Isaiah 46:4
Even to your old age and gray hairs I am He, I am He who will sustain you. I have made you and I will carry you; I will sustain you and I will rescue you.

Wouldn’t it be interesting if God was as steadfast with us as we are with what He has given us? Some folks trade cars, smart phones, partners and pets as often as other folks change socks. They are flighty and fickle, never satisfied, yet they claim to be steadfast with God. Here is a little something to consider. When was the last time you saw a flighty and fickle old person? I don’t know any and you probably don’t either. People like that normally don’t get the chance to collect on the Isaiah 46:4 promise.

The Budster would rather wobble than take a dirt nap. I would rather creak than miss tomorrow’s sunrise and I don’t need a fancy new smart phone, thank you very much. I’ve got Isaiah 46:4 and that’s good enough for me.

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Joyce Ellis is the CEO and Caretaker of WarmFuzzy's Animal Shelter & Sanctuary. She was born with the vision, the Energizer Bunny who keeps going and going. She is Fuzzy1 of all WarmFuzzy's.

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