I will love you.
This morning, Pup was crying while I was changing his diaper, so I asked Cub to help him a little.
Cub bent over, cuddled Pup’s head and said, “It’s okay, Pup. I will love you.”
And tears sprang to my eyes.
Lately, I’ve been thinking and praying and waiting and wondering a lot about our move south. Still so much uncertainty. Many anxious thoughts.
But as I thought about Cub’s sweet words to Pup, I thought God could be saying the same thing to me.
“It’s okay, Tia. I will love you.“