When your well runs dry...

Water.  You don't realize how much you need it until you can't have it.  Slaton and I have spent the past three days now without precious water.  Even the smallest thing can become a huge chore.  Brushing your teeth with a bottle of water feels like camping again as a child.  Filling water troughs is impossible, so the horses have to be led to the pond.  And the saying "you can lead a horse to water, but you can't make him drink" is oh so true!  Last night, after watching Slaton work on the pump for hours in the dark, we couldn't take it any longer and went to the old house to shower.
Today, we called the "well man."  So hopefully by tonight we will have water...again!  Which for me means I can do laundry, wash dishes and water dogs and horses....oh goodie.
When I think about water Biblically, I think of being cleansed, washed, renewed and refreshed.  Jesus is the Living Water.  In John we are told that whoever believes will have rivers of living water flowing from his heart.  Think about how much you use your water source.  I could hardly tolerate a few days without fresh water, I cannot imagine life without my divine refreshment.

And because I don't have any good pictures of the well...and a blog is boring without a picure...

He Gives and Takes Away

I miss my little buddy Titus, but am comforted in knowing he is playing with his Master!  It has taken a week for me to be able to write about him, but here I am, on a rainy morning, thinking of my sweet Titus.
There is not much I can say.  For those of you that knew him, he was not a typical Doberman.  He was a gentle soul who loved everyone.  I just keep replaying the scripture "He gives and takes away." 
I can't say that I didn't question his death and place blame on many things.  Moving, not taking him to work that day, not looking harder for him when he and Cache ran off, but as my sweet friend Michelle said, that would be questioning God.  It was his time.  We are just a mist.  Life is short and we need to live each day in honor of our Lord.  We don't know when our last moment will be. 

Days are getting easier.  I know he was just a dog, but that doesn't make it any easier for me.  I love my animals deeply and each tear I cry for him helps me heal.  So here's to you Titer-bug.  I can't wait to see you with all your hair in all your glory someday!