Franklin loves to groom Emmit.
(I'd also like to point out that cord is from the vacuum cleaner. You don't see it often, but there it is - proof that every now and then I clean. Don't count on seeing it again anytime soon.)
Emmit has been on the Gold Coast now for five months now. I rejoiced every day that the weather was miserable, because it was the first winter Emmit spent inside, reclining by the wood burner, with friends all around him.
There are those times when we are left out in the cold too. We wonder why we've been neglected, stuck to the end of a chain with scarcely a friendly face in sight. It's easy to look at the evidence and conclude we have been abandoned, forgotten, and the world is without a god.
But that whole time, Frank was in want of someone to comfort. He experienced multiple rejections (and snaps) from Tilly. Where was a friendly face who would appreciate him?
Sometimes we are the Frank. Sometimes we are the Emmit.
Regardless of where and who we've been, it's good to remember that God is there, though invisible, longing to hold us, if we just will run to Him.