Tuesday, July 7th, 2015
I was walking my granddog Ossi around the block last night in the cool of the evening. He’s totally blind and needed my guidance to keep him out of harm’s way and lead him along smooth paths. But sometimes he strained against the leash in wanting to go his own way. And at one point he wrapped his leash around a stop sign pole and needed grampa to get him out of the tangle.
And I thought, “Isn’t that the way we sometimes act with God?”