I have always been such a dog person. Doesn’t matter if it’s big or small, if it barks and looks remotely like a dog then I’m going to gravitate towards it. The other day I was sitting on the porch, petting my sweet boy Murphy (aka Meri’s coffee logo), while he just looked at me with the kindest eyes that basically screamed “I love you!!!!”. Looking at this big sweetheart leaning all his weight onto my legs and staring at me with those big brown eyes, I had such an “aha” mom

I usually do what is asked of me, well only if we are talking about human requests. When it comes to the Lord asking me to do something, it is so much easier to come up with any excuse in the world not to do it. But why? One word: control. I thought that everything in my life had to be figured out to a T before I could go through with something. I would convince myself that if I didn’t have complete clarity over something, this was God’s way of telling me not to go down that