Whimpering

We are dog sitting. We call her our Grandpuppy.

She woke me up way too early this morning. 

She was whimpering because of a storm.

For her, the peace of our home was disturbed

by thunder and a heavy downpour.

I went and sat near her.  She immediately calmed.

She relaxed in my presence, ignored the storm,

and went back to a peaceful slumber.

This silly example triggered a serious thought.

When I whimper I can feel my Lord draw closer

and I’m comforted by His presence.

I can almost hear my Father in heaven proclaiming

how cute I am when I’m sleeping.