Help is Coming. Eventually.
Waiting is carrying on in love with the expectation that God is at work in that love.
Thunderstorms terrify Gracie. She’s our Lab/Terrier/Hound mix. Before I can hear even the faintest rumble, Gracie has started trembling. Looking for comfort, she usually crawls up into my lap. I hold her and gently stroke her back until the storm blows over. “You’re okay,” I tell her. “I’ve got you.”
Dog time a…
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