Carl is beginning to pipe up and has started that annoying howl that has gotten him in lots of trouble in the recent past. I am not sure why he has started to make this obnoxious noise except that he wants my attention. For the last couple of days, I have been very attentive towardsContinue reading “Vulnerable”
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Wavering Faith
Carl is out with his human dad buying a snow shovel. The guys already have cabin fever after only a couple of hours of snow that could paralyze our community for the next few days. Carl is not much a fan of the snow but he wasn’t going to pass up a chance to spendContinue reading “Wavering Faith”
Overcoming our Feelings
I am not sure how Carl is feeling about being back under our roof. For the first two days upon returning from a house full of children, he seemed depressed. He basically laid on the couch and slept for the majority of the time. After several days, he now seems to be more content aboutContinue reading “Overcoming our Feelings”
A Life Changing Dream
As I look towards the fire, I can’t help but smile at my little white dog. He is cuddled up on the couch as close to the fire as he can get. The blower to our furnace is broken, so for now, the gas fire place is the spot to be near to stay warm.Continue reading “A Life Changing Dream”
In the Middle
He was in a pickle. Carl wanted to go outside but he was afraid if he did so, he would miss out on something. A treat, a chance to lay in front of the fire, or the attention that he always craves. So instead of crawling through the doggy door to the world, he stoodContinue reading “In the Middle”
Carl’s Identity
Unity only comes when we stand at the foot of the cross and realize that we are all the same in Christ.
New Normals
New normals. They come out of nowhere.
A Tender Side of Carl
Even though we can’t see God, if we pay close enough attention, we will be able to see the picture He is painting in our lives.
Shaking Off the Anger
God knows we will become angry at times but it doesn’t give us an excuse to sin.
What Might Happen
How often do we get sucked into thinking about all the things that might happen and disregard the pleasantries of the present?
