I have both complained and made jokes about the problem. It was only when the ringing and roaring in my ear became a constant distraction that I decided to seek help.
It is Springtime on the Canadian prairies, a time to dig deep as seeds are planted for another year’s harvest
I think I understand my dog so well because I ask the same questions. Yes, that is hard to admit. Even harder to admit is that while my head knows I need only the nod of my Master I still find myself seeking approval from others.
My thoughts were as scattered as the leaves tossed on the ground. While the swirling continued I chose the task of bread baking. There was the magic of creating something more than its various parts.
We seem to be a people known for giving gifts and token of love to those we cherish most. This year I wrapped a Christmas gift for Jesus, so it seems right that I also give Him a valentine.
One of the many blessings I received when we moved to our country home was the chance to have a dog. I had owned house cats for years (indoor only), and people thought of me as a “cat person” not realizing the total fool I am for dogs.
Each time I catch a glimpse of him I notice he has a shadow, our dog Faith. She follows him where ever he goes, searching his eyes for approval. She lives for his smiles, pats and scratches. All she wants is to please him
While I am occupied with the mixing, blending, and seasoning, the freezing and labeling, other household tasks if not ignored outright are put off until later. Much is accomplished but it looks as if chaos rules this roost. A sense of uneasiness clings to the disorder…
I always pray for safe travel and for divine encounters that God arranges for His purposes, so I usually don’t hesitate to speak to strangers. As I located seat, 23C I noticed a tiny, older woman already seated in the center seat of the row. I said a quiet “Hi” and she looked up at me with a friendly smile.