Don’t accept your dog’s admiration as conclusive evidence that you are wonderful. – Ann Landers
I have a dog, a Schnoodle named Henry. Henry’s my 8th dog (Henry VIII). I’ve never had a dog like this one.
He waits in anticipation for my attention. He waits for me to wake up, he waits for me to return home, he waits for me to call him. He waits. Henry loves me too much – beyond my merit. That’s the way it is with dogs sometimes.
I have a Father. He, too, waits for my attention, waits for me to wake up, to return home, to call on Him. He loves me too much – way beyond my merit. That’s the way it is with grace all the time.
Henry loves me wildly, blind to all my shortcomings. The Father loves us with His eyes wide open! We can accept His love as evidence that we are wonderful.
(To my friend Melis (see link in 5 Star posts) – Harper loved you unconditionally. So does the Father, eyes wide open)