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Christ in Her Eyes

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It’s said that critters have no souls – much less huge brain power. And, in my mind, that’s likely true. However, God has put them on this earth and in our lives for a reason. Occasionally, they serve a much larger purpose than one might expect.

Suzi grooved on greeting me immediately when I walk into the door. That particular day was no different…with one exception. She moved up toward me as I moved down toward her. (Dachshunds are pretty short, you know.) For lack of a better word, I “scrunched” her beautiful black and tan face and head between my hands (giving her lots of extra wrinkles) as she sniffed my face thoroughly. Our eyes met and I fell into their deep brown.

“I love you. I’ll defend you. I love you. I’d die for you. I love you. Walk with me. Talk to me. Touch me. I love you more than you can know. Spend time with me. I depend on you. You depend on me. I love you. I died for you…” The entire thing was pretty overwhelming!

Then it dawned on me that, in that split second, Christ had asked our sweet, loving pup to serve as His vessel…a medium of sorts. He had something to say and chose her through whom to speak.

The words had filled my head so quickly that I was stunned. Why those particular words and why then? Questions remain unanswered — for my own brain is far too small. But there was a purpose. There always is.

Now I’m prodded to ask a question. When God looks into my eyes…and my heart…what does He see? I think that a prayer that I said quite awhile back still applies: “Father, may the me that I am better reflect the You that You have always been. Amen.”

For the sake of some interaction, let me pose a question to you. (Yes…YOU!) What does God see when He looks into your eyes? Or, what do you want Him to see? Answer in the form of a comment. There’s no need to be shy for, after all, we do share the same Father. I look forward to your response.

That’s a very personal question so, an answer isn’t needed unless you feel comfortable. Instead, feel free to simply respond with a comment on what you think about what I’ve shared here. This was written before her passing before me and I’ve made slight changes here and there.

The Mystery of the Shyly Wagging Tail

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As she waddled toward me, I knew that something was very wrong. I’d just gotten home from a one-week trip to Maui and she greeted me with cool nose and an unusual shyly wagging tail. That spoke volumes as it traditionally pounds enthusiastically against the cabinets. Yup, she’d done something and it was my job to discover exactly what!

Suzi appeared to have gained weight (perhaps 5 lbs.) over a very short period of time. The man of the house swore that he’d only given her “the usual” food and supplements. So, knowing that she thinks that she is starving, literally, all the time, I suspected that she’d discovered an alternate food source!

My suspicions were confirmed when I took her outside to “do her business.” Upon seeing the specimen that she deposited, one of two things were made clear. Either Suzi had developed a plethora of unusually shaped parasites or she’d been eating birdseed from beneath the feeder! This had been done in spite of the little snap-together fence that we’ve had around it for a few months. She’d clearly grazed on seed for days!

It was obvious that Suz had valued volume over taste as the seeds were undamaged — leaving peanuts easy to identify! So, her size was less the result of weight gain and more the result of BLOATING! She was about to explode!

Wrong. She had already exploded…in my office area! It took me a while to discover the…shrapnel but even longer to repair the damage. Each of the no-less-than eight piles were brimming with seed!

Now, I knew that I couldn’t change the “quality” of my hubby’s “watching the girls” because retraining (at his age) is all but impossible. So, we now have a new, one-piece circular fence around the bird feeder area. Suzi will have to either dig…or fly in order to get to her recently discovered food source.

To Journal or Not to Journal

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Today is the first time that I’m trying to journal. To be honest, I’m not certain that I have what it takes. So, we could look at this as a test of my…”stick-to-it-tive-ness?” Not to worry — as this certainly won’t be a daily “thing.” Life is out there for the living and I can’t be two places at once. On occasion, however, it might nice to share some thoughts with myself. After all, I’m sometimes the last to know what’s really goin’ on in my own head.

Curiosity abounds! Will this serve any purpose at all? Is there a chance that I might actually benefit from journaling in some way? Some have suggested that I might (since writing has been therapeutic throughout my life). I’ve found, for some odd reason, that the concept of Blogging is whispering to me. To be honest, that thought makes me question my sanity! As enticing as it sounds, it would force me to learn something new! God has blessed me with a thirst for life and learning new things. So, we’ll see…

If I do, in fact, follow through with this little experiment, I’m curious as to (as my BFF would say), “Who cares?!” I’d be more likely to use my old standby, “Who gives a rip?!“ Probably not a soul. But…that’s OK, too, because (and this is actually an original thought) if I remove the reins from the horse, there is no telling where she’ll roam! If this were to actually become a blog, it could get pretty unruly! Who would want to keep up with somewhat random stories, opinions, adventures, rants, dreams, prayers, and even the thoughts of a woman whose spirit feels at least thirty years younger than her body?

My Past may be a nice place to visit, occasionally (if I can find pieces of it worthy of examination or sharing). After all, at sixty-three, thoughts of my yesteryear seem all but extinct. Who knows. I may stumble over an interesting fossil here and there.

The Present seems far more worthwhile since it’s filled with fairly diverse and perhaps slightly relevant things that are current. At least it consists of things over which I have some degree of control. Well, God and I sort of share in that responsibility.

The Future? Well, all I can do with that is to let my mind wander a bit (which it does fairly often) and simply imagine the possibilities.

So, I’ll stop at this point and ponder thoughts that have poured from my fingertips around midnight.