My little dog is sleeping on my chest. My heart is aching with love. I am staring at every precious little hair in her head and marveling at the amazingness of her creation. Thank you God.
My Sophie (this isn't from tonight, but this is pretty much what she looks like right now)
I don't really know what's going on with me these days. Feels like I can't do anything right. Everything's falling apart, and it seems like I fail at everything (and fear to try). Then Sophie comes and seeks me out and snuggles me and I feel better. There have been times when I've been crying out to God and Sophie comes running to snuggle me. I know our Jesus sent her. She's His more than mine, and He gave her to me. She's my responsibility and joy. And comforting and entertaining me is hers.