Wednesday, April 11, 2012
At His Feet
I realize by saying what I am about to say I am taking a risk in sounding completely crazy. If you don't have house pets, you may not understand. But so many times I find that our relationship with our pets is a whole lot like our relationship with our Heavenly Father. I couldn't help but think about this last night as I watched what was taking place in this picture. You see, D was eating. Samps was setting near by watching every move he made toward his mouth. Samps even looked at me like "I can't believe he didn't throw me that piece!" So he moved a little closer. All most at his feet. And then that still small voice spoke. "That is where you are fed the most. At my feet."