God Cares About Dogs

Well, God has worked a miracle in our lives this week. Knightly has pulled through. You can see from the picture he's still pretty skinny, but he's put some of his weight back on. We're all still a bit in shock, but it turns out he ate a peach pit that got lodged in his little body. My brother told us something to try to help him pass it and it worked! The little guy was certainly back to himself in no time! While we hated seeing him suffer, we didn't miss the yapping and continual watchfulness so he won't run out the front door:-) But it's proof that God cares about every detail of our lives ... even our pets.

I feel like God is showing me in so many little ways how much he cares about me. I made a recent discovery that I only expect bad things from God. Or should I say, I'm in constant fear of all the bad things God will give me. I'm not quite sure why I feel this way. I guess part of me is afraid to dig that deep inside to figure it out. When you dig that deep, you're sure to bring up a lot of other dirt with your discovery! So for now, I'm enjoying resting in the fact that God does truly Love me and desire to give me good gifts. I shouldn't go through everyday dwelling on all the bad that could , possibly, might just in fact not ever happen. And I shouldn't constantly expect the next bad thing to hop out from around the bend. I need to accept the fact that God's mercies are truly NEW every morning, and every afternoon, and every second of every day! When the Bible says God gives good gifts, he really does. It's true. We can believe it and trust it! Wow, what a thought!