Tag: Matthew 11:28

Nightmares and Daymares

Every now and again, our dog Jack, has a nightmare. Sometimes he trembles and even howls. He did this in the early hours of this morning. He was stretched alongside my legs when I heard the faint whimpers of what I knew was another… Continue Reading “Nightmares and Daymares”

Heavy Bags of Burden

I recall a few years ago watching a young woman at the airport pulling a suitcase with one hand, holding another bag in the other, and toting a backpack. She was bent forward to balance the load on her back while clutching to her… Continue Reading “Heavy Bags of Burden”

Happiness This Christmas and Always

This past week, for so many in the the US, unprecedented tornadoes brought destruction, grief, and sorrow. Many of us watched the news reports with tears in our eyes, hurting for those who had lost loved ones, their homes, and their livelihoods. It was… Continue Reading “Happiness This Christmas and Always”

Ordered and Dispatched

Since the covid crisis began, my mother and I, like many of you, have done more online ordering than ever before. We both made such an order this week. Shortly after placing our request we received an email notification stating acknowledgement and dispatch. “Your… Continue Reading “Ordered and Dispatched”

“Oh no!” said Jack

This morning Jack, our dog, and I were taking our first walk of the day. It was 6:00am. I like that time of the morning. It’s still quiet from human activity as we walk around the neighborhood. Seagulls are swooping, calling out greetings to… Continue Reading ““Oh no!” said Jack”

Stirring Hope

I saw a story this week about an abandoned dog in the woods. A man and his wife were walking off the beaten path when they came upon a dog chained to a tree. He was skin and bones. As they came near the… Continue Reading “Stirring Hope”

Holding Jack’s Bone

This morning as I’m enjoying my morning mug of delicious hot coffee, Jack is engaged in vigorous chewing of a new bone he received yesterday.  His scraping of teeth on bone fills the room.  I even had to turn the TV volume up to… Continue Reading “Holding Jack’s Bone”

A Pony In The Junkyard

My mother and I were away for the fourth of July.  It was nice where we stayed but it had an unfortunate view of a junkyard across the street.  That evening we gazed out the window and noticed a pony.  We felt sorry for… Continue Reading “A Pony In The Junkyard”

It Was In Her Pocket

Yesterday my mother couldn’t find her watch.  She remembered putting it on her bedside table before going to bed the night before.  Now she couldn’t find it.  I joined in the search.  We retraced her steps.  We looked in the bathroom, on the little… Continue Reading “It Was In Her Pocket”

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