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.“