Lamplit Paths: Wait.

Wednesday, February 20, 2013

Wait.

Just thought I'd share a little something this morning that God showed me.

I have learned a little something from my dog. I thought it was a little tiresome that he follows me around EVERYWHERE, but God told me "I want you to be like that. Follow me. Don't just follow me, walk beside me. And don't jump ahead. Trust me. Wait on me." I remembered as Boomer would try to anticipate my moves and jump up on the couch if he thought that's where I was headed. I remember that God is always with me, but I have to stay with Him and trust in Him.

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