Today, Carl was a mess as we walked around the neighborhood. It seemed every time we turned a corner, there was a four legged pooch ready for an interaction with my dog. The problem is that Carl has yet to learn that he is not the king of the hill and all dogs are notContinue reading “Categories of the Mind”
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The Power of Love
As Carl made his way down the sidewalk and through the neighborhood, I absentmindedly followed. I was clearly not paying attention as my foot caught the lip of the concrete slab, which instantly caused a stabbing pain to rush through my foot. Carl was oblivious to the pain that I was experiencing. He was absorbedContinue reading “The Power of Love”
An Unpredictable God
One thing that I can tell you about Carl is that he is predictable. Just as I sat down to write this blog, I knew that he would come up and start scratching my leg for the ongoing attention he craves. Earlier this morning, I left Carl inside the fence to go water the gardenContinue reading “An Unpredictable God”
Fighting off Anxiety
Anxiety swept over me like a wave splashing across my entire body. I knew in my soul that something was terribly wrong and I didn’t know what to do. Carl could not be found and I truly believed that he might be gone forever. Early each morning before the heat sets in, I have goneContinue reading “Fighting off Anxiety”
A Small Jar of Oil
2 King 4: 1-2 “The wife of a man from the company of the prophets cried out to Elisha, “Your servant my husband is dead, and you know that he revered the Lord. But now his creditor is coming to take my two boys as his slaves.” Elisha replied to her, “How can I helpContinue reading “A Small Jar of Oil”
He Walks into our Pain
Carl made it home safely and even brought a couple of little friends with him. Given that we were staying in a pet friendly cottage should have been a warning that pets were not the only living creatures that resided in the house on a regular basis. So once we were home, Carl had toContinue reading “He Walks into our Pain”
Memories from the Red Couch
Carl didn’t realize when he plopped his body up on the red vinyl surface and made himself comfortable that he was adding to the memories that had already existed from sitting on the bold red couch. This particular piece of furniture had been bought as a pair and first made its way into our livesContinue reading “Memories from the Red Couch”
The Fake Turtles of Life
I need to look at my own heart and how many fake turtles I have pursued at the expense of letting the real thing hop by me.
Held Captive
I call it “stinkin thinkin”. Those words that run across the teleprompter of our brain and won’t stop playing.
Our Mighty Warrior
I thought something was strange the first morning when I went out onto the back porch. Carl’s treat container was turned on its side and crumbs were scattered on the table. But it was the next morning that I knew the unwelcomed guest had returned. Crumbs were all over the table and almost all ofContinue reading “Our Mighty Warrior”