In the middle of the night I creep down the stairs
to listen to my lab’s deep breathing.
Thank you, Lord, I whisper as I quietly tiptoe back upstairs.
All is well.
At almost 15 years old I count every day with her a gift.
She’s been sick lately and I’ve been nursing.
Lots of TLC, smaller meals fixed carefully, pills,
more walks outside.
Each time I rub her ears I look deeply into her eyes.
You can do it, I encourage. You can keep on…
a little while longer.
But it tugs at my heart, this recent illness.
She’s old and I don’t know how long she will be able to fight.
Upstairs I look in at my youngest and listen to the soft sound of her breathing.
Thank you, Lord, I whisper again
and then turn towards the bed of my oldest.
Sounds of her sleeping greet my ears
and I smile again.
All is well.
As I go back to my room I listen to the deep breathing of our little cocker spaniel
All is quiet.
All is calm.
All is peace.
Surrounded by these gifts of precious life
I know that I am blessed.
Yes, quiet evening walks have a way of reminding you of that.
Tomorrow will take care of itself
But for now, I can rest,
knowing that all is well,
and that we are held in His Hands.
Teach us to number our days, the psalmist said. (Psalm 90:12)
So in the midst of the rushing pace of our demanding world
I like to take these nightly walks
counting my blessings
one by one.
Shining moments that brighten my days and nights.
My heart praising the Giver of all Life.