I Love My Dogs, as God Loves Me. . .
Jackie and I's lives are full of dogs. We have four. We call them our fur-kids, and that is indeed what they are. Our children are grown, and have their own lives. We treasure our grandchildren, but weeks go by without our seeing them. After a lifetime of raising kids, our dogs fill a role formerly held by our children. As Sarah, our goldendoodle rescue lay on my lap this afternoon, it dawns on me how my relationship with my dogs, in some ways mirrors God's relationship with us. Our dogs can do nothing for us. Some dogs are service dog, or guard dogs, or herding dogs, which perform important functions for their humans. The only things our dogs do is love us, and if I might say, they worship us. They are in great despair when we leave, and mightily celebrate when we return. They want to be near us, and keep us in sight no matter where we are in the house. . . kitchen, bedroom, and yes even the toilet. . . if we are th...