I heard the fear in her voice before she told me the problem. She had just received a call from the Vet telling her about several tumors they found during surgery on her little dog.
Those of you who aren't dog lovers will not understand this blog today. For those of you, who are like me, feel they aren't "just" pets, but members of your family.
My heart ached for my friend. She's many miles away and waiting for another phone call. We have been friends for more years than I can remember. She is one of a group of my friends that Ellen Miller (Inspiration for Girlfriends) calls "refrigerator friends". She can come to my house and feel comfortable enough to open the fridge and say, "what's to eat?"
She asked me if I thought it was okay to ask me to pray for her little dog. I said, of course, she's "family".
We have a special bond, a friendship that has lasted for so many years. We call each other during happy or sad times.
Jesus is my "go to" friend. The one I lean on in sad times or happy times. He's the one I "call" when I'm happy. I feel His arms around me when I am sad.
Deuteronomy 31:6 Be strong and of good courage, do not fear nor be afraid of them; for the Lord your God, He is the One who goes with you. He will not leave you nor forsake you.
Early in the morning as I sit, waiting for the sun to come up, I feel His presence. Warming me, just like the sun (son).
Thanks for Coming over.