Vet's Day--for A Sweet Dog.

 Vet’s Day—for A Sweet Dog.

 

Roxie went to the vet today. Honestly, felt so sorry for her. Explaining to her that she would not have to stay there might make me feel better, but not likely to help her feelings any. She does not get any food while there, to top it off! She is going to be one hungry little dog. She IS little, too! Picking her up is not anything like picking up Rudy with his 20 pounds of lead! Roxie even makes herself lighter to get in my lap when we visit. But she is home now and her mommy can relax. Let’s hope she does not have to go again for months!

 

The weather feels as if it is about to change again. Well, let me correct that: my BODY feels as if the weather is about to change. This right knee matches the right hip, don’t you see. Crick, crack. Life is wonderful when one gets up in the morning to the sound of percussion instruments in one’s back and knees. Could be worse; at least the old body still gets up in the morning.

 

Saw a thing on FB about how folks reply in Norway when someone asks how they are doing: I’m up and not crying! That is about right for folks my age. It always amazes me when going out to the deck to look at the new day. Every one of them is different. A blessing to be able to open my eyes and see the daylight and look forward to whatever the day may hold. And then begins the prayer of thanks for the sleep and the wonderful rest that God gave me—and others. If a person has trouble sleeping, it is easy to understand why gratitude for rest means so much. Sterling says that he is up at all hours because of pain or nightmares. The Vietnam war gave so many folks horrible PTSD. That generation will be gone in another ten years most likely, but no one will ever understand what they went through in that country. Maybe the young men and women who have fought in Iran, Kuwait, and Afghanistan would have some idea, but at least they are welcomed back home when their tour(s) is over. Vietnam vets were hardly recognized and sometimes disrespected. Stupid.

 

When we started college in the fall of ’66, one of the things our house sponsors wanted us to do was have a “protest” about the Vietnam war. The old woman was not that old back then and her voice was loud and clear. “My brother is in that country because our president sent him there! My classmates are in that country for the same reason. Don’t you DARE pretend to represent those of us who support our families and friends as they fight that war!” Our dorm—nor any other—protested on the TWU campus. That war changed so many lives from that era in many ways. Those who left the country to avoid the draft were called names that did not really fit. Personally, how can one fight an unjust war? Just thinking about that: what war is just? WWII was a totally different situation. Millions of people burnt up in smoking furnaces. Entire countries gutted by Germany. And no, Russia was hit as well, but that does not give them the right to compromise the integrity of other small nations now. None of the wars since WWII have made the difference that is coming soon: The return of the One Warrior who will lead God’s legions. It may not come in my lifetime, but it is very certain to come because it is established in His Word. Rev. 19:11 “And I saw heaven opened, and behold a white horse; and he that sat upon him was called Faithful and True, and in righteousness he doth judge and make war.”—vs. 16 “And he hath on his vesture and on his thigh a name written, KING OF KINGS, AND LORD OF LORDS.” May this day come soon!

 

Rest well, my friends. You are loved.