Love Comes in all Sizes

Today I was having lunch in a Mexican restaurant and noticed outside the window a few snow flakes were falling. Winter will not let go.

So back to our Florida friends! You've met Truffle, and meet his friend Baci.

Isn't this a great picture? Baci is about 4 pounds and Truffle is about 65. That's quite a weight difference!

Truffle's owner found Baci for her son and his wife to enjoy. It's the wife's first dog. She wasn't sure she wanted a big dog, but liked the poodle personality. And that's when Baci came in to their lives. Baci is Italian for "kiss."

Dogs come in hundreds of breeds - some bred for hunting, others protecting, others just for companionship. Everyone has different tastes, and we are so fortunate to find dogs of all types that suit us. Even when they don't suit us, we usually find a place for them in our hearts, no matter how weird they act or look.

People are all different as well. Goodness knows you don't have to look far to wonder "what does he/she see in his her/him?" There's no accounting for taste.

But God loves us all. No matter how weird we act or look.

And Thank God for that!

Spreading the Warmth

Cruelly, it has turned cold up north (again). Let's see what's happening down in Florida, on a warm beach, shall we?

Ah, doesn't that look wonderful? Truffle (Standard Poodle) and Shiloh (Collie) are enjoying the views and warm breezes.

Yet here in Ohio, we're shivering. When my dogs went out this morning, I could see their breath. Sigh.

How do we stay encouraged when our lives seem difficult? For me, when I went through difficult times, I honestly couldn't figure out why the world did not stop. It seemed like it should have, but every day life chugged along. Some people even seemed to be enjoying their worlds. . Harumph...

But the sun is always out somewhere, even if we don't see it. Our hard times don't last forever. We can endure, even if our hearts break along the way. The Son is always within reach, just one prayer away.

If there is frost on the ground outside your home today, and maybe some coldness in your heart, hang in there. New Life is within your grasp.

The Grass IS Greener!

To me, the grass should be green by St. Patrick's Day. Ever since I noticed that it was so once, I expect it always to be that way. However, it isn't always true, though this year it was darn close. Today when I looked out the window after (yet another) soaking rain, the grass was noticeably greener.

Often I find myself thinking, "if only I was/had x/y/z, my life would really be perfect." In other words, the grass is greener. However, I've talked to enough people to know it's a lie. The grass is never greener. While I believe God instilled in us a longing for life to be perfect, it simply doesn't exist in another person, a certain job, or attaining the ideal weight. But I don't think we're given the notion of what "perfection" is in order for our lives to be frustrating. I believe it really exists - just not in this life. I believe we'll enjoy perfection forever with Jesus.

Every year, even if we don't go to church, God tells us the Resurrection story through nature. After a brutal winter, it doesn't seem like anything buried in the ground could ever come back to life. But in certain climates, Spring shows this is true every year. We long for new life, a perfect life, a grass-is-greener life. God shows us the opportunity made flesh through faith in Jesus.

(tulips sprouting, with Tilly's leg nearby)

Giving a Paw Up

Last week, you learned about Tilly's efforts with Foster. Here's a similar story about our good St. Bernard friends, Sandy and Brandy.

Sandy, who is one week older than Foster, is showing signs of aging. A cattle dog at 11 isn't nearly as old as a St. Bernard at 11, but Sandy is doing amazingly well for a giant breed.

Brandy is a couple years younger than Sandy, and when she joined the household, Sandy protected and tended Brandy, the pup. Now, the roles have reversed and Brandy mothers Sandy by barking at the back door when Sandy needs help getting up or wants to come in for bedtime.

However, still being the kid, Brandy DOES want a treat for her reward!

Do you know someone who is growing older and need an extra hand? What can you do to help that person? Sometimes, it can be as simple as helping someone in the parking lot with their groceries. Even if they might look like they have it "under control," help being offered shows concern, which is appreciated.

Who can you give a "paw up" to today?

Nathan Alan Willoughby in His New Home - Fiction

When Edie packed up all of her earthly belongings and her beloved cat, Nathan Alan Willoughby, she had no idea it would take months to settle into her new home and build a new life.

However, this wasn't nearly as difficult for Nathan Alan Willoughby. After all, he'd started over with a new life a couple of times now. Once Edie adopted him, his security was in her love and care - where they were living was secondary.

The first couple of weeks in their new home, the cat spent most of his time in Edie's bedroom. Once he adjusted to this smaller space, the rest of the house was opened for his exploration.

It was scary to have so much unknown space to explore. However, Nathan Alan Willoughby also had his own new cat condo, to which he'd often retreat when he felt overwhelmed. Or even just in need of a nap.

Before, Edie's schedule was very predictable and the cat set the routine of his day around her comings and goings. Now, however, she popped in and out of the house at random times, seven days a week. "I'm sorry, Nathan Alan Willoughby, but starting my own business has been very complicated," she said to him one day when she came in very late.

The cat had scolded her by meowing at her non-stop, even after she fed him his dinner (late, again). Routine was a safety net for the cat, more so than a safe home. Edie's coming and going was unsettling for him.

In time, he accepted that the times of Edie's presence were to be enjoyed, and her absences were to be endured. Either way, Edie was in the cat's life, and that was his source of comfort and strength.

What's Wrong with This Picture

(besides bluriness)

Since Foster's dog-bite injury, he hasn't been in too good of a mood. Tilly, to her credit, has tried to cheer him. In this picture, She was doing her best to get Foster to play. However, Foster would not be moved.

Now and then, I notice within myself that being grumpy becomes a habit. There is just no humoring me out of my mood. When this happens, I need to "phone a friend" and do something fun. Often, I don't feel like taking that step, but becoming complacent in misery is no way to live.

Hopefully soon Foster will be on the mend. He has a lot of obstacles right now. But he still lights up when we play outside. And he still gets the paper for me in the mornings (it just takes longer for him to find it). Being cheerful is a choice.

What about you? Do you find yourself enjoying your bad moods? What steps can you take to reach out and change?

Flower Power

Remember when I went to Florida and told you I'd be blogging about the dogs I met down there? Yeah, I know, I didn't do a very good job at that. I've got excuses (not very good ones), but I'm finally featuring a couple of special dogs. (and yes, that's our friend Shiloh watching the show)

That's Daisy and Lily (and their "grandma" Marion), whom I refer to as "flower dogs" because of their names. And, like flowers, they are beauties! Notice how riveted they are to Marion as she offers them treats.

There's something about that focus I wish I could adopt. As I'm transitioning to life back in Ohio, my mind seems unable to calm down and focus on the (many) tasks at hand. It's about worn me out.

Finally, on Saturday, I had to spend some very quiet, easy time in prayer. What I figured out is I, in my own power and wisdom, couldn't focus. After two weeks of trying, I'd failed. I couldn't even put the dishes away. I asked God to "clean up the mess" of my brain.

And it worked. Maybe "it" is not a good way of phrasing it. God honored that prayer by calming me down and helping me break down my lengthy, overwhelming "to do" list, step by step.

Living my life step by step has been the only method that has gotten me through the years with peace and security. For that, I'm truly thankful.

While I can focus on food with few problems, like Daisy and Lily, other parts of life can be challenging. But the treat of going to God is one that is always offered. I just need to rivet my eyes on Him.