Taking Care of All Things

I am unsettled. I don’t want to share my feelings with my husband and have him upset with the thoughts that are nagging at me. Today is Christmas and we are headed down to see my daughter and our four grandchildren. Our truck is full of packages and food for our family. So what thoughts are interrupting the bliss of this Christmas morning?

Bee and Carl received their Christmas presents before we left. I obtained their gifts from a pet store the other day and knew that they would enjoy the shank leg of a lamb. The employee promised that the shank wouldn’t break and so I bought two.

But this morning after giving my two Frenchies the shank bones I noticed that Carl was already tearing the bone apart and swallowing some of the small pieces. Instead of taking the bones away before leaving, I left Carl and Bee chewing on their Christmas gifts.

At this point there is nothing I can do but pray to God that He will send angels of protection into my home. Some may think that I shouldn’t bother God with this prayer when I clearly shouldn’t have left the dogs unattended with the bones. I would probably agree if I didn’t have the Bible to reassure me that many of the people described in it made some really stupid decisions.

Sarah, Abraham’s wife grew impatient with God and took matters into her own hands. (Genesis 21) She wanted a baby and time was not on her side. After waiting ten years, she gave Hagar, her maidservant to Abraham and Hagar became pregnant. Instead of being happy about this situation, Sarah became extremely upset and sent Hagar away.

Sarah clearly sinned on many different levels and if God wasn’t full of grace and mercy, He would probably have turned his back on her. But He didn’t. Instead of moving on to a different couple, He blessed them with a son of their own. So, I have to believe that God is still as patient and merciful towards me as He was to Sarah.

Thankfully, upon returning to the house, I could hear Carl’s whine and Bee’s mellow bark. Once on the porch, I noticed several pieces of the bone scattered on the floor. Before doing anything else, I picked up the remains and threw them in the garbage. The dogs were definitely not happy with this decision but I knew that it was for the best.

I raised a grateful prayer up for my pups and thanked God for taking care of all things, large and small.img_1312

Published by Cora Darrah

Hello. My name is Cora. I live in Durham, North Carolina with my husband and two French Bulldogs, Vern and Bee. For thirty-two years, I taught children with unique needs. When I was eligible for retirement, I decided it was time to explore life from a different perspective. So with pen and paper, I have taken up blogging about two of the most extraordinary pets I know. More important than my pooches, is my relationship with God. I love God! He has blessed me with the gift of writing and I want to share what he is teaching me as I look through the eyes of four legged friends. So if you would like to experience how God works in all his creatures, join us on our adventure! When I first started blogging, my Frenchie, Carl inspired me through his crazy antics. But as life has it, Carl had to leave this world at the tender age of four. After a period of mourning for my little guy, I brought Vern home where he has ruled the roost. Oh, did I mention Bee, the Frenchie with a girl attitude and enough spunk to keep Vern in line. Come along beside us as we dive into God’s word and learn morsels of the treasures that only the scriptures can teach us. Vern and Bee would love to get to know you as well, so please feel free to follow us and share your comments….

2 thoughts on “Taking Care of All Things

  1. I’m just in love with your puppies! Thank you for a great post. I always need to be reminded, as much as possible, that I am not the only boneheaded sinner on this planet.

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