My Dog ate my Bra

I am not kidding. It was my favorite! Ladies, I know you understand. Men…think favorite sneakers or jeans. I am sure I will be able to laugh about that in a few days – but, for now it’s just one more thing in a LOOOOONG line of things that have gone wrong in the past four weeks.

Last night, just before I discovered my dog’s new conquest of destruction, I broke the brand new lawn mower. I ran over something that coiled around the blades and hubby had to come home and take it apart. Uggh. My eight-year-old son came into the bedroom where I was crying and he sat down next to me. “Mom, I don’t like to see you cry. Just trust God. That’s all you have to do.”…and then he leaned over and put his little head in my lap and looked up at me with those kind, sparkling eyes. This kid. THIS kid. God made him special in so many ways and I am convinced that one of his gifts is the gift of encouragement. From an early age, he has been making cards and pictures for people who need a little pick-me-up. (I, personally, have quite a collection.) Sometimes, he didn’t even know a person was struggling- but, God knew. He is amazing. God is amazing.

You see, today is a day when I feel that a rational response includes staying behind closed doors so I cannot touch anything…so nothing else will go wrong. I am tired of responding…fixing…breaking…fixing…calling someone else to fix. That, however, would imply that I have some kind of control over things. Which I do not. I need to call out to God. Louder! This morning, I read ahead in the Spring edition of Open Windows this morning…May 10. There is no doubt that God wanted me to.

“Father, thank You for loving me and never leaving me.”

Open Windows, Spring 2014

Open Windows, Spring 2014

When you pass through the waters,

I will be with you;

and when you pass through the rivers,

they will not sweep over you.

When you walk through the fire,

you will not be burned;

the flames will not set you ablaze.

Isaiah 43:2

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One thought on “My Dog ate my Bra

  1. Jo, thank you. I really needed this. I’ve also been feeling like destruction central, among other things. Thanks again. You once knew me as Karen Ramsepaul.

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