It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a healthy Labrador, in possession of all its faculties, must be in want of food. Well, universally acknowledged, or more accurately, confirmed, at this address this week as we have looked after my son's Number One dog (of two) and seen lightning-speed activity any time there is the merest shadow of a hint that food may be being prepared or eaten in the next two nano-seconds.
It could be scraps, or a treat; it could be a more substantial meal. Whatever, there is the expectation that whether the food is for human or canine consumption, there will be some, at least, that is destined for the pooch. It never fails.
The expectation of being fed- I mean in a spiritual way. And of always being fed. I wonder if this is something of our experience? Or does our expectation of God wane at times, to the point where God passes out of mind, and being fed by the hand of God becomes of no importance at all.
The pooch has something to teach me here........
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