Blue eyed dog . . . .

Sunday is a day of rest and that is what it was. We made it to church in the roaring beast - still a little life left in him, but the muffler is broken in half right below the driver's seat so exhaust is coming out from the side. We literally rumble down the roads and the locals turn to stare. They probably think we've souped up our ride, when in fact it is crumbling from the outside.

I enjoy it though because the rumbling is so loud all other sound drowns out leaving little room for thoughts. Just a visual and sensory experience remains and since we are without air, the windows are down allowing the wind to whip through my hair and against my face. I feel the warm morning sun on my skin as I stare at the rushing world outside and indulge in the moment.

When we arrive at church, he is waiting for us. Patiently watching as we scramble to unload precious baby and boy cargo from our transport, he remains still and contemplative. Only with a twitch of an ear does he announce the release from his meditative state as I pause with humble fascination. His blue eyes reveal a canine wisdom of sadness and devotion that I can only catch a glimpse of in the shadowed light. I've run my hands through his soft fur before but today was a distance day. We both needed space so I captured his image from afar and he cordially remained posed for the session.

It was just a small moment but one that adds pleasure to everyday living and reminds me that God's wonderful peace and calm does not come from grand experiences or wild adventures; but in the appreciation of the moment. "Be still and know that I am God" Psalm 46:10 says. Be still - STOP, take a moment, pause. Know that I am God - don't just think it, KNOW that he is GOD. Such a simple statement but with great impact. Breath. Feel the God created sun upon your face, languish in the God given breeze that brushes your skin and know that who you are, what you are doing, your existence, is his divine plan. His intention for you is in every second and blink of an eye. Feel better? I do. All of this from a blue eyed dog . . . . thank God for small moments . . . .