I love having a dog. They are the best friend. Loyal…never tell your secrets…protective…silly. One of my favorite breeds is Hungarian Kuvasz. They are beautiful animals. The males can be really large with some weighing 130-150 pounds. Females can weigh 90-120 pounds. They have white, curly, wool-like coats and their skin is black. They are very intelligent and fiercely loyal to their family. In fact, they only accept their family. Our grandchildren could roam anywhere on our property with these dogs and be perfectly safe.

We had three of these beauties. When one passed away, we would get another one. Each time we named them “Gyongyi” which means “pearl” in Hungarian. We tried other names but our youngest grandson would always say, “No. This is not that dog. This is Gyongyi dog.” so we gave in and named them all “Gyongyi”.

I could be down at the garden working and Gyongyi would be close by or wandering in the field. Sometimes I would look up and she would be running toward me full speed. I’d brace for impact but always at the last moment, she would veer to one side. Then she would turn and come back. She loved to play “chicken” with me.

This breed has one flaw. They are strong-willed. They can focus on a singular object and you cannot get their attention. They are single-minded and will not be deterred. They refuse to give attention to anything else. They cannot see anything else.

One afternoon I was down at the garden. It was after supper and Gyongyi was in the field. I could hear a truck coming and then I heard a sound that sounded like a cannon going off. I looked up in time to see this massive dog going end over end. When I got to her, she was still alive. She died in my arms with me telling her I loved her.

I agonized over losing her. The man that hit her said as he was coming down the road, he saw her in the field. Suddenly, she looked up. Not looking to the right or to the left, whatever was in the woods across the road had her full attention. She then ran right in front of him with no time for him to stop.

She would not look around for danger. She only would see what she was focused on. She was blind to danger.

Father God talked to me about my tendency to have places I was blind to. Sin or weaknesses or lack of discipline.The fault within myself that I could defend. The fault within my loved ones that I would not recognize. Things I chose to be blind to. Things that if not confronted, confessed, and repented of had the potential to bring harm or even destruction.

Blind spots are just that. Places we are blind to. We can be sure, however, others can see them. I keep asking Father God to reveal the “hidden things”. I don’t want to walk with “blind spots”. Truth, even painful truth, can bring freedom and joy. Our God can heal those places. We can be made new. We don’t have to walk with “blind spots”.