Genesis 22:12 
“Do not lay a hand on the boy,” he said. “Do not do anything to him. Now I know that you fear God, because you have not withheld from me your son, your only son.”

My dog Trixie’s version of catch is pretty hilarious. She begs us to throw a stick to her and she gallops across the yard to catch it. Once she retrieves it, tail wagging, she gleefully brings the stick back to us, hoping for another toss. She is excited and ready to let that stick go-until I reach for it. Then she grits her teeth and holds onto that stick with a death grip like no other. The game becomes a wrestling match. She really wants to play catch but she can’t trust me to give that stick back once she lets it go.

Trixie and her stick are how I feel about giving God control over my life. I will praise Him. I will pray to Him.  I will seek out a relationship with Him. But man-I don’t want to give Him that stick all the time either.

I talk a big game, tail wagging and all, but do I really ever want to give Him total and absolute control? Nope. I grit my teeth down too. When something goes wrong or I need to make a tough decision, I don’t turn to Him first. I’m just like Trixie, biting onto my stick, trying to do everything for myself first and not Him.

When God asked Abraham to take his precious son on top of that mountain, Abraham did it. He trusted God even when he was being asked to do something he could never understand.

He let go of the stick. He had faith in the Lord’s path for him.

After a few minutes of wrestling, Trixie will let go of the stick for another toss.

I hope one day she does it instantly and without question.

I hope to one day do it instantly without question as well.