Why would anyone give a farm dog a name like Dinghy?
No one seemed to know. But there was no disputing Dinghy was smart, or more like a cunning rascal.
In the early 1920s my Grandparents used a horse and gig for transport and Dinghy knew when the horse was caught and harnessed the family was going out.
He hated being left behind.
Usually an obedient dog, he ignored commands to stay, trotting after them into Otaki one day.
“We’ll have to tie him up before we leave,” my Grandmother said.
But as I mentioned before, Dinghy was smart. He hid when he saw the horse harnessed to the gig next time, refusing to come when called. Eventually the family gave up trying to find him and set off down the road.
“Look!” the children shouted, pointing
There, racing in delight across the fields towards them was … Dinghy.
He didn’t have the chance to outwit them again. From that day on my Grandmother secured him before she caught the horse.
I’m sure he felt it was unfair but Dinghy didn’t know the broad picture. He did great work on the farm helping my Grandparents, but there weren’t any cows to herd in town.
It can be the same with us. We may want to join in with what others are doing but it may not be God’s will for us.
1 Corinthians 29-30 says, “Not everyone is an apostle. Not everyone is a prophet. Not everyone is a teacher. Not everyone can work miracles. Not everyone can heal the sick. Not everyone can speak different kinds of languages. Not everyone can tell what theses languages mean.”
But we can serve God with the talents and gifts he has given us right where he has placed us.