Of pets and letters to God

We had moved halfway across the country to a new home, and in five days I had to start work. Because my husband's family lived in the next state, he wanted to spend those days with them. Reluctantly, I agreed to go. Although I found a reputable place to board Miss Mitzy, our miniature dachshund, I felt uncomfortable about the arrangements.

The first day of our visit, I had a very strong feeling that all was not well with our dog, so I began to pray by acknowledging God's care for all of His creation. But my feeling of concern persisted.

The second evening, I found a private nook where I could continue to pray, yet peace again seemed elusive. What I really wanted to do was run home to satisfy myself that all was well. After a while, though, a new way to pray came to me. I found a paper and pen, and began to write to God. On the left of the page, I wrote my concerns. On the right, I wrote what I believed God's answer might be. The page looked something like this:

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