I learned From A Dog Not To Be Afraid To Obey God

Shakespeare wrote, “You say you love the rain, but you open your umbrella when it rains.
You say you love the sun, but you find a shape spot when the sun shines.
You say you love the wind, but you close your windows when the wind blows.
This is why I worry; you say you love me too.

I’ve caught myself thinking, “Father I love you,” but a few minutes later a thought comes to my mind- some way to be kind to another. I say, “I inside my head, “I don’t want to do that! It’s inconvenient. I’d look foolish.”
I’m learning to obey anyway.
Some may say obedience takes my freedom, but I’m like a dog on a leash. Wild dogs aren’t cared for when times get rough. There is a cause and affect in the universe and as I obey Father is free to take care of me.
Yesterday I saw a massively large dog at the park. I’ve seldom seen a dog with such muscle power and such liveliness. The giant dog was on a leash and dancing. He’d picked up his own leash about mid way between his neck and his person’s hand and carried it gleefully.

Suddenly I Can Sing All Opera Arias!

I can sing along with any opera now! I used to bring the words up on my computer and TRY to sing along with my untrained voice. It was grin! My cat would leave the room a little faster than her usual and casual countenance would allow.
Now I sing only one word to all opera arias. Now I can concentrate on improving the sound and timing, and my audience is mesmerized- spell bond- glued to her place. She stares at me then the tv, back and forth, where someone else is singing (with a trained voice), but my audience (my cat, Frormica,) prefers MY rendition!!!
You’re wondering; what is the one word; I meow. Formica prefers high notes while I generally sing base at church and at home. We’re both changing. Formica is now fascinated with songs sung in the low range, as long as all songs say meow, and I’m stretch into the high range. We’re both thrilled!

A Depression Companion

Raped sinking.
Sinking a in deep dread,
Mud of despair.

Like Napoleon’s soldier,
Trying to get home,
Starving surrounded,
in deep dread snow,

Hiding in the belly,
Of a long dead horse.

I walked on frozen,
Earth today,
But, because of Christ,
I noticed,
I walked on mud.