Everyone has a voice that yearns to be heard and a story wanting to be told.
Vern looked up from the back seat and began to whimper. Was he distressed or just didn’t understand where we were going without his sister Bee. As much as he enjoyed being with us, it appeared that he just couldn’t figure out why she was left behind. We would have thought Vern would love theContinue reading “Vern’s Idea of Contentment”
So instead of sulking when life doesn’t look like we think it should, trust in the God who knows what is best for us.
Carl looked up at me and then turned toward the door and pranced out with my husband for his daily walk. If he could talk, he would say something like, “If you want to come with us, that is okay, but it doesn’t matter to me.” When he takes to the streets, Carl makes itContinue reading “Us and Them”
Carl doesn’t have a lot to say. Every once in a while when he is upset or wants our attention, he will give us his ear piercing screech that will stop you in your tracks. Other than these times, he is for all purposes, quiet. I have been giving some thought to the fact thatContinue reading “The Power of Silence”
For the last couple of years, I have written about Carl, my French bull dog, with the attempt to help others see a glimpse of how God works in very mysterious ways. But what I recently discovered is that my writings have not been for you at all. They have been for me. Each week,Continue reading “Not For You”
Loneliness swept over my little dog like a hurricane swirling onto shore. Carl starred at me as I left the back porch with a look of sure terror. It was clear that he wondered if I would ever come home and if he would be left stranded in the solitude of his existence. So manyContinue reading “Loneliness”
Carl doesn’t care too much about anything but getting his needs met. Two meals, water, a place to sleep and lots of stroking are all the essentials to a happy life. For the most part, this is the same for all dogs. They go through life doing what they are intended for, being loved andContinue reading “Our Unfulfilled Purpose”
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”
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”