When times come that we don’t feel the presence of our Father or we can’t hear his voice clearly, we keep feeding ourselves His word.

Dogs teach us lessons that we may not have learned without them. I think Rosco taught us that love doesn’t have to be earned, just given. He also taught us to keep a rigorous inventory of socks.

Grief adds a spectrum of color like looking through polarized lenses. The colors of life are more vivid.