Three Things

I'm sorry. I know this blogging everyday thing has got to stop. Thanks for still reading :)

First, I want to say that I did not tell the whole story of Abraham and Isaac by a long ways nor did I tell the whole story of Abraham being tested, but please check it out in Genesis 22. There are many more good things to get out of the story.

Second, I want to say that there is a difference between just giving something up and giving control over to God. Just letting go isn't going to help anything anymore than us trying to control it does. It must be given to God.

Third, I've got a dog story. So last night Shelby started whining next to my bed at midnight. About twenty minutes later, I gave up and let her out, but Sally went out instead. Shelby drank a gallon of water before I told her she must go out too. I laid down on the couch to sleep until she and Sally want back in.

At about 1, I heard dogs barking outside, know its probably my dogs, and I should probably get them back in before they bother the neighbors. I don't know why I worry about bothering the neighbors because they drive race cars around my house late into the nights some nights (really! but I'll tell you about living in Stockton some other day). So I yelled for them to come back in, they didn't, I left my shorts upstairs so I decided to go back to sleep on the couch after a minor binge on granola.

At 1:40, I heard Shelby bark at the door. When I opened the door to let her in, she went all Lassie on me and barked and ran half way back to where she and Sally had been sitting and barking. Sigh. I went up stairs and put on shorts and got a flashlight and followed her out to where Sally has gone all Where the Red Fern Grows. No, not the sad part. The part where Ol' Dan gets a coon treed and won't move from the base of the tree. Sally is part hound dog after all! I walked across the lawn picturing a rabid raccoon falling out of the tree on my head. I shine my light up in the tree...and saw an orange fluffy tail between wide spread legs and thoroughly dug in claws. I told the girls to come in with me, only Shelby followed. I locked her in the house, and dragged Sally back to the house.

So, this morning, five hours later, I am assuming the cat is out of the tree. I let the dogs out. Sally potties and makes a bee line for the tree. Lays down. Looks up. Oh, no!

I trudge out to the tree again. Trying to figure out how to help the poor cat. Do I really call the fire department and tell them my dogs treed cat? I look. No cat. Whew! Sally follows me back in. :) Silly dogs!

I'll take a break for a few days, and I'll be back with some thoughts on who and what we are and how that affects our lives and probably some stories about taking care of seven young kids for two days.

:)
Jordon