Magic Poop

I was walking along the sidewalk looking for poop.  I could not find it.  That is when I got excited.  I decided that Scooby must have magic poop.  She has poop that disappears! Wow!  What else can you ask for in a dog sitting gig than a dog who has magic poop!

OK, let me back up.

I am keeping my friend's dog, Scooby.  Scooby looks more like a Scrappy with her short legs and wiry hair.  None the less Scooby is a great little creature who periodically stays with us while her family is away.  I have no fenced in yard so Scooby and I take frequent walks.   Since walking the dog is not a daily activity for me, I have a tendency to leave the house without a plastic bag.  You know, the bag to transport dog poop to a proper receptacle.  Twice since Scooby's arrival, I have taken her for a walk without a plastic bag.  And of course on both occasions she pooped.

Since it was a beautiful day and I didn't know which project to tackle next, I decided to take Scooby for a walk. She had just recently pooped and peed so this was simply a pleasure walk.   This time I remembered the plastic bag.  Therefore I decided I would look for the earlier poop and transport it to a trashcan.  I was looking along our usual path trying to recall her earlier stops.  Thinking that I surely had gone far enough, I announced to Scooby that she must have magic poop -poop that just disappears.  What glee to think I was keeping the dog with magic poop.  Just about that time I saw it.  There was a familiar pile of Scooby poop.  A few feet away I found another familiar pile.  To my disappointment, I realized that I am not dog sitting the dog with magic poop.  

The fact is we all "poop" and it does not magically disappear.  It is real.  And it stinks.  Just prior to the magic poop thoughts, I had been laminating to God about some of my own "poop".  I am struggling with some personal behaviors that I wish would just disappear. But they don't.  To be honest, I really would like to be perfect.  I would like to have it all together.  I would like to always make good choices and have  the right answers.  My pride would like to think that I can clean up my own "poop".  I can't.  I am indebted to Christ.  He makes the poop okay because he removes it - all of it. Oh to be more like Scooby, more aware of the one who walks beside me than the poop I have left behind. Oh to not be hindered by the fear of poop to come but to simply be delighted to walk with the one who carries the plastic bag.