Chasing my Tail

3 Feb

Some days I’m convinced I do nothing other than running in circles, like a dog chasing its tail. Today, for example, I had a long to-do list and several deadlines to meet. And it was house-cleaning day. I tend to be a tiny bit OCD when it comes to a clean house, so that was first on my agenda. I figured if I worked hard and cleaned fast, I’d still have time to do the other things that needed doing.

When I clean house, I always listen to Lonestar. I call it my house-cleaning music. But today, halfway through cleaning, I decided to try something different. I put on an old Keith Green CD.

I should have stuck with Lonestar.

Our dog Ranger is 100% an outdoor dog. However, a week or so ago, we moved his dog crate into the dining room so that he could convalesce indoors (don’t worry, he’s going to be fine).

Ranger likes Lonestar. Ranger does not like Keith Green. At least that’s the impression I got when he started barking and howling and rattling his crate. No way was I going to change the music for a dog, so I kicked him outside. That’s when I noticed for the first time that I had a very dirty dog crate in my clean house.

Ranger watched through the window as I stuck my head and shoulders into his crate. The old bath towels he had been sleeping on were too filthy to be vacuumed. They needed to see the inside of a washing machine. But first, I figured I had better take them outside for a good shaking. Ranger couldn’t have been more pleased when I joined him outdoors. He thought it was a game. I tried to shake the towels, but he jumped and nipped at them. Then the crazy dog, still riled-up from the Keith Green incident, started nipping at me. Giving up on the towel-shaking, I stepped back into the house and slammed the door shut.

I had dog hair in my mouth. I had dog hair on my eye balls. And as I looked around, I could see dog hairs settling all over my clean dining room. So much for trying to clean the house quickly. Sighing, I decided I was way too tired to work so hard at accomplishing nothing.

According to the experts, persistent fatigue is one of the most common lingering problems affecting breast cancer survivors. I can sure relate to that, particularly on days like today.

As I stood in my dog-hair-covered dining room, I was reminded of Jesus’ words in Matthew.  They go something like this –Come to me, all you who are weary and covered with dog hair, stop chasing your tail and I will give you rest.

Isn’t that awesome? Jesus always knows just what we need. He remembers that we are merely made of dust – (of which I am so insistent upon cleaning!) I love how he understands our frailness and invites us to rest.

After the Keith Green CD ended, I let Ranger back inside. He curled up in his crate and settled down for a nap. Perhaps I will too.


Sound familiar to some of you? That’s because this is a re-post from awhile back. Writing a new post was on my to-do list,it really was, but with all the tail-chasing that I’ve been doing today, no new post got written. Given the way this day has gone, I figured this old post would  be perfectly appropriate.



One Response to “Chasing my Tail”

  1. writergirldreams February 8, 2012 at 12:44 am #

    I enjoyed it the first time I read it, and again this time too. Just wanted you to know, I still pop in here to get my necessary dose of J-mom. I may not always peep, but I’m here.

    Love you J-mom.

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