Tonight's blog for May 9, 2013

I have mentioned my poodle, Molly, who thinks I am her mom. When Marge and I went to Effingham to adopt her

up, she was prettier than her sister, and seemed to have more personality. Spoken like a parent, right? Anyway, we bonded on the ride home, when she began her habit of riding on the headrest of the car. Later she slept in a box by the bed… that experiment lasted all of one night! She trusts me and knows that my 'unconditional" love is has its "conditional" limit in her occasional moments of wolfing her food and then barfing. This usually happens after I sneak her a bite or two of my food first. When I am eating and that happens, I sit, like a little boy and look up as Marge "cleans up" her problem. 

We took Molly to a wonderful vet to have her "annual" and to get medicine for the barfing situation. It is working, but the instructions are pretty specific, 1.5 milli-somethings, every 8 hours. One of those doses comes while

Marge isn't around, so I did give it a try. It was easy. Some days, I allow Molly to ride with me. She has decided that every day is a good day for a ride, and begins to watch the door, to see me put on shoes, and to hear the keys as I get ready to leave. Today, Molly was confused because she saw medicine in my hands instead, a strange sight indeed! We did alright, got the medicine down, and had a low level of trauma. As I was leaving, Molly still looked up, hoping against hope that she would be included in the adventure of a ride.  

Today, I also got to watch a bit of a t.v. preacher trying to sell fear, and a meal for every day that would sustain a person when things fall apart in preparation for the apocalypse. This preacher has written a book, and you can buy it too. I couldn't help but think about Molly and her medicine. Since she knows I love her, if it is medicine or keys, either one will be accepted. Some days we receive "medicine" from the loving hands of our Savior. It might be financial, physical, social, or spiritual. The key for me is that the gift of medicine, or discipline or even long periods of silence and waiting would be accepted from a loving master, right? Why do so many preach fear and dread as a part of "evangelism" for these days. Do you remember that evangelism, means "good news?" What part of hiding in fear with food but no hope reminds you of our Master returning? When He comes again, we should be ready, happy, and prepared. Don't allow anyone to steal your peace. Our society may have a few problems, a few needs that the medicine of our LORD might solve. If that is what it takes to get us ready for His return. Here is what I know, we are ready, LORD. Paul said it well, LORD, come quickly, Maranatha. 

God Bless you, big marv