God Is

As I watched my dog keep on trotting away as I called him, I realized that my life is stragely like the control I have over my dog. Most of the time the dog does what I want him to, sit stay, come, get the ball, and best, NO! Other times he just looks at me and says, “Nice try! I know you don’t have the e-collar on me, so I’ll just do what I want.” I scream at him, throw rocks,and nothing. He comes when he wants. Just like life. Sometimes it just goes and does what it wants and I scream, throw rocks, and nothing. Only difference is now I don’t turn to drink for my answers. God either is or He isn’t. What is my choice to be?