I’ve been watching my human again.
He does this thing… sits in that old couch with the worn armrest, head bowed, hands folded like he’s holding something I can’t see.
I don’t understand all of it, but I stay close.
Seems important.
At first, I thought he was just being still.
Humans don’t do that much unless they’re tired or sick.
But this is different.
There’s a quiet to it… not empty, but full.
He talks sometimes.
Soft.
Sometimes not at all.
But here’s what caught my attention—he keeps coming back.
Morning… he’s there.
Evening… there again.
Some days he looks hopeful.
Other days… not so much.
Still, he shows up.
Now I know a thing or two about persistence.
When I want outside, I don’t ask once.
I sit by the door.
I nudge it.
I look at him.
I might even whine a little.
If that doesn’t work, I come back and try again.
And again.
I don’t quit because the door didn’t open the first time.
And watching my human, I’m starting to think… maybe that’s what he’s doing too.
I heard him read once from that Book he loves:
“Ask and it will be given to you; seek and you will find; knock and the door will be opened to you. For everyone who asks receives; the one who seeks finds; and to the one who knocks, the door will be opened.” - Matthew 7:7-8 NIV
Ask.
Seek.
Knock.
Those aren’t one-time things.
That’s movement.
That’s returning.
That’s staying with it.
That’s asking and keeping on asking.
That’s seeking and keeping on seeking.
That’s knocking and keeping on knocking.
I’ve seen him pray for things that didn’t happen right away.
Some still haven’t.
But he keeps asking.
Keeps seeking.
Keeps knocking like someone who believes the door will open.
And I think… that’s faith with teeth in it.
Not the kind that sits quiet and gives up, but the kind that leans in, comes back, waits at the door, tail still wagging just a little.
Because here’s what I’ve learned:
I don’t keep going to the door because I’m stubborn.
I keep going because I trust my human will open it.
Maybe that’s what prayer is.
Not just asking once and walking away… but staying.
Returning.
Trusting the One on the other side of the door.
So I’ll sit here beside him.
Watch.
Learn.
And maybe… just maybe… I’ll start praying like that too.
Persistent.
Expectant.
Tenacious.
Keep the Faith… Carpe Diem
