NOT long enough

God, it’s the moments when health is being evaluated that I feel most like a mother. I assure these little dogs with the strongest sense of confidence I can muster, just like Caesar says, that they’ll know they are safe in my care. I look in these little faces and all I want them know is that I take very seriously the responsibility to care for, provide, protect and love them. I want them to know that in my care they are safe; in my care they will be deeply loved with sacrifice.


I ask her if she knows her Creator that gave her to me?
Do they have a secret language or maybe an understanding that doesn’t require a language?
Does she know he cares for her?
That he knows the moment she was born?
That He knew she would be mine?
Does she know how much You use her to love me?

Do they know how often you use them to remind me of your unconditional and unfailing love?

God I know I don’t have these girls forever; may I cherish their personalities, every silly look, every frisky race around the couch, the afternoons bathing in the Texas sun and every attempt to join me in bed. God, today the only children I know are causing my heart to explode in love and affection.

The greatest of all affection is that you, God, you mother me the same way. Thank you for allowing me to understand, even if only a fraction, of your love for me through these girls.

Dad, can I have them forever and ever?