The Flesh Is Weak
I slept late. Feeling I needed the rest, Richard did not awaken me for church. A nagging tightness, a persistent and deep ache continue to plague my nose and the back of my neck. The top and back of my head feel hot and burn just below the scalp.
A long, hot bath is relaxing but does little to ease the symptoms. It's not a cold, really, although one nostril is swollen shut. No cough, sore throat or other cold symptoms. I take a zinc lozenge and added vitamin C just to be sure.
As God intended, this is a day of rest for me. I do no paperwork, no housework. I made a rich chicken crock pot meal yesterday and we eat it today. Glorified chicken soup, only thicker. Rachel Ray calls thick soups, stoups or stewps, a cross between soup and stew.
After Richard has gone to work, I sleep away the late afternoon. He calls during his break to say he loves me. I stand in the doorway as we talk and watch Higgins who is standing on the side lawn staring at nothing.
Higgins is almost 15. Even at this age, he is a fine looking bulldog of almost perfect conformation. But he would never have made it in the show ring because of a bad mouth. Higgins joined our family when his first family found their new baby was allergic to him. He has been a loving and wonderful friend but I still sometimes see a sadness in his face, a longing in his gaze. I know he wonders what he did to be sent away after nine years.
Like me, Higgins doesn't feel up to par. Unlike me, he will probably not get better. We hand feed him now because he can no longer eat on his own. Even so, his tongue get blue and he begins to stagger as I feed him or as he simply walks across the room. We know it won't be long.
The flesh is weak. Praise God there is more than the flesh. I don't know God's plan for animals, but I know God's nature is love... and I trust who He is that whatever He designs is perfect in every aspect... perfect and complete. So often we see such a tiny piece of the whole, like an achy nose or a beloved dying dog, we get stuck there and fail to see the big picture.
The day is coming when we'll see the completeness and perfection of all God's work and all His plans, and it will be wonderful.
A long, hot bath is relaxing but does little to ease the symptoms. It's not a cold, really, although one nostril is swollen shut. No cough, sore throat or other cold symptoms. I take a zinc lozenge and added vitamin C just to be sure.
As God intended, this is a day of rest for me. I do no paperwork, no housework. I made a rich chicken crock pot meal yesterday and we eat it today. Glorified chicken soup, only thicker. Rachel Ray calls thick soups, stoups or stewps, a cross between soup and stew.
After Richard has gone to work, I sleep away the late afternoon. He calls during his break to say he loves me. I stand in the doorway as we talk and watch Higgins who is standing on the side lawn staring at nothing.
Higgins is almost 15. Even at this age, he is a fine looking bulldog of almost perfect conformation. But he would never have made it in the show ring because of a bad mouth. Higgins joined our family when his first family found their new baby was allergic to him. He has been a loving and wonderful friend but I still sometimes see a sadness in his face, a longing in his gaze. I know he wonders what he did to be sent away after nine years.
Like me, Higgins doesn't feel up to par. Unlike me, he will probably not get better. We hand feed him now because he can no longer eat on his own. Even so, his tongue get blue and he begins to stagger as I feed him or as he simply walks across the room. We know it won't be long.
The flesh is weak. Praise God there is more than the flesh. I don't know God's plan for animals, but I know God's nature is love... and I trust who He is that whatever He designs is perfect in every aspect... perfect and complete. So often we see such a tiny piece of the whole, like an achy nose or a beloved dying dog, we get stuck there and fail to see the big picture.
The day is coming when we'll see the completeness and perfection of all God's work and all His plans, and it will be wonderful.
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