samson is soooooooooooo funny when im trying to get him to come to me, or lets say to get him to come inside.hell stand at the door, wagging his tail, and ill be calling to him..."samson, come here boy. come here, baby" and he wont budge, and if i try to come up to him to try to bring him in by his collar, against his will, hell either twist away and start nip-playing, or hell just back or run away. its like he saying,..."ill come when IM ready, on MY time, and i have to WANT to come to you, mommy" HOWEVER, when i get down to eye level with him, and hold my arms out to him, rather than trying to get him to come to me by looming over him, and grabbing him, here comes my boy....waddling over to me just like any good little toddler, coming to my mommy. theres something about getting to eye level with arms held outin love that makes any child,or one at a childs level, WANT to come to you. but if you loom over them, or try to grab them, theyre going to run. i take care of alzheimers residents for a living, and they have to approach youEIR terms, in THIER time. reality orientation is past. if theyre in 1922 rather than 2010, thats where you have to meet them at. and they pick up on frustration like radar. ive seen residents, if they sense youre getting frustrated with them, they wont let you feed them. God came in the flesh as IMMANEUL GOD WITH US , bcause he understood, not only did He have to come in the form of flesh..He had to approach us on our levels, go into our individual worlds, beckon to us to come to Him, rather than chase us down.
we are to fear God, and reverence Him, but He also wants us to love Him
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