Old Navy Dog

Ok, so maybe I went a little overboard...

All I can say is "You tear up my stuff, I make you wear clothes..." :)

It's not really like that, he doesn't mind at all. I am not going to stretch the truth and say he likes it, but it didn't stop (or even slow down his rowdiness)... And look at how handsome!
Silly pup looks like a real prep I know--- Well, he had fun running around the living room avoiding Mom's camera like it was a game a dodgeball.

At least he got a fun afternoon out of it -heehee

Terrible Twos...

So Moose has just turned 6 months and the terror has begun.... 

This is some of his handy work after I gave up and left my room door open last night... It is like my precious baby boy has moments when his darling face turns into the dog form of Mr Hyde! I would have been less agitated if I hadn't taken him to the park yesterday morning before I left for work and even on a walk when I got home--- I wish he could understand me so I could ask him "what more do you want from me!?!..."  

Oh help me I need an extra dose of patience this morning---

 

tear me up

I've never been one that God gave visions to, never heard words for people, or could distinctly hear his voice (without questioning myself). It never bothered me too much. I just figured our relationship wasn't like that---

Well, tonight during worship one of the speakers asked God to "tear us up" to give us a new vision of God and his love- This guided my prayers as I beseeched God-

"Make me sensitive to your spirit God..."

He gave me this---

I saw my life as hard ground.
Soil comfortably in place, not touched for an extended period of time.
A few sprouts have emerged from this soil but non significant in size or splendor

God gave me the image of this ground, not looking at it with disgust or disappointment but full of thought as he considered his plan.
A plan to till up the soil of my life that I have let remain motionless.
I felt only anticipation and excitement from my father as the ground began to display texture- No hint of hurry or frustration-
For he plans to grow so much in me; he expects a great harvest to come forth from me.

He showed me how I have cut myself off from his life by allowing myself to become sedimentary. The ground he showed me receives minimal nourishment from above as most of the rain is unable to soak in and therefore runs off-
The soil thrives because of the sustenance it has stored below. The relationship with him and the knowledge of his word have not evaporated; it is firmly in place- but it does not grow; it does not reap the harvest of the king-

My loving father knows me so well- Oh how he knows every uncertainty, every fear, every weakness, all of my hidden frailty he considers-

He carefully showed me in that moment that this ground could continue on in its current state--
No evil would occur, no angry wrath would ensue, no love withheld- even a minimal amount of growth would sustain---
But to continue on in its current state the ground would never reap the full harvest of God.

Oh my glorious creator- how I indeed comprehended the nature of psalms and the inability to call you by any other name than Marvelous- I need not to work in the soil, I need not tire in the sun - The only thing you require of my is to let go of this “life” I’ve created and become sensitive to your spirit-

You indeed are a glorious father; my only desire is to stay in your presence-
amen