As I have stated either on here or to the ladies in Sunday School, God used our Samps so much & in so many ways to get to me. And knowing what I know now, I see that He still is. The Thelma to my Louise and Ethel to my Lucy, suffered a loss just a couple of weeks after we lost Sampson. In just listening to her heartbreak, I have listened to "Daddy". I have had to tell her what I had to tell myself, it won't hurt as bad tomorrow. Tomorrow will be better. And it is. I have had to listen to "Daddy" say "Weeping may endure for the night, but joy comes in the morning." It has made me realize that no matter how much I hurt, there is always, always someone else with more pain. But I serve a God who can and will take care of that pain. As I sit here and type, I am also watching this new creature try to chew the door facing off of the wall and I am reminded of the verse in Isaiah 43. "See, I am doing a new thing!" Sometimes we just don't do well with new. We have to sit in the pain for a while. As I type I see the sunshine, this new little creature is here, and I can see buttercups. And I can hear "Daddy" say, as I told my "Thelma", chin up buttercup. He will never leave us or forsake us. He will not let us sit in the pit that long. And I am reminded during all of this that HE is ALL I need. Truth be told, HE is All you need too.
This was my sweet "Pretty Boy".