Tasha and I were just out for our morning sojourn. It's a chilly, brilliant day in the New Hampshire woods. The sky is so blue, it almost hurts. The trees are turning gold but have a ways to go yet. What a joy, to know that autumn majesty is still to come.
I keep a chair out in the woods, folded up and leaning against a tree. I've often done bible study or even some writing out there. My plan today was to sit in the sun and pray for a few minutes, absorbing creation in its October glory. But the path where I keep my chair was all in chilly shade (the sun comes in the afternoon). With my injured arm, I didn't feel like dragging the chair a hundred feet down the path. I walked on, Tasha trailing me, until I came to a big patch of sunlight. I simply stood there, prayed a little but mostly abiding in the light and warmth.
I looked down, saw Tasha standing with me.
And isn't that the blessing of a dog?