My new Granddog coming home to Florida from being rescued in North Carolina. I am already sooo in love with this 20 month old newfie….only because the owner became ill and went for a covid test…only because she was diagnosed with stage 4 cancer instead, this puppykins is beginning a new life. Reflecting back to the despairing times in my life, I met the Lord as a young woman and cried out to Him when I was struggling. The losses were real. The death of my son…that time was terrifying for me. Looking back, I had to walk through those desolate moments to get to green pastures. And that walk made me stronger. For one thing I had to lean on the Lord. I had to believe in something bigger then me.
Yes, with this dog, who will love GRANDMA best, I see all things new! Silly as it seems, that “newness” gives hope that these dark moments in history will pass and we will move on. Yes, so many will have to walk through fire as they lose their homes and businesses and life will change as we know it, but God will neither leave us nor forsake us, and He promises to restore the years the locust has eaten…This is not cheap talk. His Word is good.
So MY new puppykins, excuse me, #2toodaughterbillie and Bobby’s 200lb. delight has brought a new outlook, new joy. After the brokenness I went through this summer of losing my “Smokers” dog, Russ redid the yard and I have a beautiful NEW flower plot….Mom passed and her house got NEW coats of paint and flooring and now a niece will be enjoying it for a while. So many MANY tears and grief over the death of……throw in years ago a terrible divorce…having to reinvent myself, disappointments, bottoming out, yes, then there is something…NEW. Life changes all the time and we need too also with open hearts. In the words of a long forgotten song, we need to “pick ourselves up, turn ourselves around, brush ourselves off, and start all over again.” I believe that was written and sung by the Goads Family from Ohio.
Tomorrow is Sunday. A good day to go to church. That is where you will find hope…
