Powerlessness in Canine Form

I was on my way to my favorite Tuesday morning meeting today when it happened.  A God Shot, so to speak, in canine form.  I was actually running ahead of schedule, which is an absolute miracle as I have two small children. My Higher Power must have been watching out for me because i avoided the typical fight with my 2 year old over putting his boots on, and having to sweet talk a curly headed 4 year old into leaving her entire tea set at home as her preschool teacher surely won't need it today.   I had a hot coffee in my hand, radio on, and the sun shining when I noticed a small stray dog running around in the street.  He was a cute little chihuahua with a red collar, obviously somebody's love, and obviously no match for a Hummer going 37.  (I will now refrain from spewing hippie green hate at said Hummer for it's mere pointless gas-guzzling, environment-trashing existence).  My tiny corolla with peeling paint screeched to a halt on the side of that busy road. Cars whizzing by I chased that little dog four blocks and through the Fred Meyers Parking lot in the attempt to get him to come to me and not lose his little life in the middle of Oatfield Road.  At one point I thought he would come to me, he near enough for me to touch, and then he bolted.

So I stood there in the ill-fitting workout clothes that I had thrown on at 6am when my son woke up crying.  Clearly my attempts to lure the little dog into safety were for nil.  I was so worried about the dog, and missed my meeting.  But it was also a lesson in powerlessness.  In a funny way, I'm kinda glad I didn't get the happy ending I had fantasized about while I was huffing it in the freezing cold February wind.  Because it gave me the chance to remember my powerlessness.  Over the dog.  Over alcohol.  Over that one damn black hair that continues to grow above my belly button despite my plucking.  Over when I will find a job.  Over my kids and husband.  And that's where I find my peace.  By snuggling up to my powerlessness, and getting out of my own way.  Thanks, Higher Power.  I appreciate the reminder.  Even if it meant I had to chase a random little dog in the cold to get it.