When Jack and I take our late-night walks, sometimes we don’t need a flashlight, but I carry one anyway. If a car approaches, I turn it on and point it toward Jack, since a driver might not see a black dog at night.

Once in a while when it’s time to take our last walk of the day, Jack is already dozing. If he’s been sleeping hard, it takes a few minutes to perk him up, even out in the cold. Some nights he drags behind me as if he’s walking in his sleep.

Last night was one of those nights, and since it was after 1:00 am, I wanted him to tend to business quickly. Trying to hurry him along, I whistled, then pretended to run ahead.  I even tossed an acorn down the road shouting, “Fetch!” Nothing helped.

Then I got an idea. I turned on the flashlight and pointed it just ahead of my footsteps. The minute I did, he trotted from 20 feet behind me to just in front, walking in the light. If I moved the beam forward, he sped up. If I moved it back, he slowed down, as if he wasn’t sure of his step without seeing it clearly.

I could only conclude Jack doesn’t see very well. Most dogs have a keen sense of smell, #1 among their five senses. Jack walks along sniffing the road, then suddenly pauses to focus for several minutes on one spot, like we might pause in front of a beautiful painting, trying to take it in. For Jack it’s all about his nose.

Since Nate died, sometimes I walk through life just like Jack, head down, “sniffing the road,” unsure of my steps in the dark. But when I do that, opportunities get missed. There are people with eyes, like me, and then there are people with vision. Those with vision can see beyond what their eyes see to what’s happening around them and what’s possible down the road.

Jack doesn’t worry about what he does or doesn’t see, because his well-developed nose compensates for his eyes, but I don’t have that advantage. Thankfully, though, God has perfect senses and is willing to use them for my benefit. He’s also a visionary, so he sees it all, everything that’s hidden in the dark and all the unseen possibilities yet ahead. Much to my relief, he sees me, too, trudging along, “sniffing the road.” Since I can’t “smell opportunity,” I count on him to shine a light on what he wants me to see.

One of my frequent prayers is that his messages will “hit me over the head.” Maybe I should add, “And feel free to do it with a flashlight.”

“The spirit is willing, but the flesh is weak.” (Mark 14:38)