Just 10 more minutes. For three years now since Pup died, I have asked God: just give me 10 more minutes. I have prayed endlessly and dreamed about how it would feel to have just 10 more minutes with my Pup: 10 minutes to hug and kiss him and tell him how much he meant to me on earth and how he would be my spiritual husband forever. 10 more minutes: that is my dream. Recently one of my doctors at the pain clinic suggested physical therapy for my back and shoulder pain. I told him not right now, my deductible is too high. So I got two heating pads and I snuggle up with Belle and lie on Pup’s pillow and do my own physical therapy for 20 minutes each night. I close my eyes and there he is: My Pup, he has come to get us!: He takes my hand and we grab Belle and off we go: we are running through the fields by the river: dancing around the maypole: wheeling down the rural highways of the west singing: Fire on the mountain, run Belle run: and finally we are snuggled on a blanket in the icy night air in Estes Park looking at the stars and constellations, amazed at God’s beauty. Every night during my “physical therapy” we take off on a ride through our life, our good times and our love. And tonight when I got up and let Belle out in the yard, I looked up through the big oak tree at the single twinkling star and I realized God heard my prayers: I asked God for 10 minutes and he gave me 20 minutes. FB family, if you pray hard enough, God will hear your prayers and he will answer them. It might not be in a way you expect, but he will hear you. I know: For 20 minutes every night, snuggled up with Belle on my two heating pads, he answers my prayers. 20 minutes, 10 more than I asked for. Love to all Venus, Belle and Angel Pup
Posted on: Tue, 01 Apr 2014 01:32:27 +0000
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