Honesty morning. Hard night sleep, pain in ankle. Feeling sorry for myself more than a little. But then the soft warm nose comes nudging close beside me. The big brown eyes look at me, asking, “Are you alright?” The curly warm hair on his back presses into my side as if to support me if he could.
Finnegan. My wonderful cockapoo dog.
Something good and true and admirable to think about this morning.
Merry Christmas to all of my wonderful blog readers out there. 🙂 I appreciate your encouragement throughout the year, and pray that God fills you with lots of love throughout this holiday season. This picture fills me with much nostalgia….Christmas 2000, when Joshua was 6 and our dog Fritzi was only 3. Enjoy each other. Love, Lisa
Our dog Finnegan has a baby. A little raccoon toy that he has loved since he first came to our home at 7 weeks old. He loves to cuddle with it, and when he’s not with Baby, he feels compelled to hide him in a safe location until Finnegan decide to play with him again. He’ll walk around and around the house, carrying Baby in his mouth, looking for just the perfect spot.
Here’s where I found Baby yesterday.
And here’s Finnegan, on the opposite couch, resting but still close by.
It reminds me of a verse in the Bible which has really comforted me lately. “He will cover you with his feathers, and under his wings you will find refuge.” ~Psalm 91:4
Hidden, safe, protected, always watched over by my Father in heaven. Blessings, Lisa