A Dog's Rest.

 A Dog’s Rest.

 

Yep, that has been the day’s “work” for these two dogs and an old woman—just resting. Worked a bit harder yesterday or went at it rather strongly, at least. Today it caught up with some sore muscles and some allergy problems. Oh well. Tomorrow is another day. When we wake up, we can be thankful for the rest of the night before. Then we can let our bodies determine how much energy can be expended in some other activities. Sitting here hoping the early morning will bring just a bit of cool air and a visit with a friend.

 

Saw a video of a woman who always wanted to be a ballerina even though she was definitely plus sized. She found some really nice ballet shoes she liked that fit her oversized feet, and it seemed that she was teaching small children to dance, no matter how small or large they were. Ballet is not just for skinny people who fit a certain mold. Remembering back bunch of years ago when someone decided to teach ballet to a football team. Don’t remember whether or not it helped them win any games, but it could not have hurt them to learn to bend in different ways. That is the sort of thing that we expect from horses when we are training them. We all need a few lessons in how to bend and sway our thoughts and feelings. Life does not give us much choice, but it does not need to be as hard on us if we are willing to change our ways.

 

Words sometimes cause us to back off from folks. The ones who ask if they can pray for you might be offensive to some. But the person whose actions show love are better examples of prayer in motion. Things we do for others make us aware of the needs of many. Sometimes we can help. Sometimes we need help. Either way, the opportunities are sent from above. Try to accept them.

 

The shingles (not the kind on the house) are about to do my brother in. He keeps taking the medicine and trying to do what the doctor says, but he is just pretty doggone miserable. Would appreciate your prayers for him.

 

Friend Carol Thonton comes up with names for the children who are struggling with health problems. She called my nephew Jacob the Lion-hearted. She came up with a name for the granddaughter of Diann Dennis that made me feel it was just about perfect for a little one who is fighting cancer in her eyes: Raye Louise, Princess of Light. Please remember this child in your prayers.

 

Have avoided thinking about the world and its crazy conditions today as it makes me feel quite distraught. Let us ask God to touch those who so desperately need His hands on them. Let us be more aware of the joy of His love. May our lives be lived as a light for others.

 

Rest well, my friends. You are loved.