The Calling

      It was Thursday night. All my life had led up to this night. June 19, 2014.

     The moment was powerful; the build-up had been going on for years. This last year the pace had accelerated to almost a frenzy. I had heard the calling and I answered it.

     For years I had wondered what my life would become. I never figured out my place. I found happiness, but it was temporary. It went away. Through struggles I found rock bottom. I fell on my face and realized I had no power of my own. I needed a savior. And there I found Him. When I had no strength to stand, He lifted me. When my breath would not come, He breathed in me. When I could do nothing but sob at His feet, He held me. He brought me out of the ashes a new life. I turned and faced the sun, the wind sang His praises and I fell in love. I vowed to never leave His side again. I had found my place at His feet. I became His disciple.

     On Thursday, June 19, 2014 I allowed Him to change my life. I accepted His call and I spread His message. And my friend accepted the gift of His salvation. May my heart never tire of feeling such joy. I will praise my Jesus until I die for letting me be involved in that moment.

Marshmellow Belly

He was waiting for me at the top of the stairs, snoozing with his head in his paws. He winked at me and stood up to greet me. I was compelled to scratch his back while he stretched and rolled out his tongue in a huge yawn.
Then it happened.
The flop.
He fell on his side and pulled his feet up in little curls, purring with such ferocity that I was certain it was rattling the pictures on the wall. He continued to roll so that his belly was up, and again, I was compelled to rub my fingers through his soft fur. As I started to scratch his chest he began to wash my arm- complete ecstasy on his face.
This is the good stuff. This devotion, this trust, from another creature. This is love.
What a great way to start the day!