Three Four Legged Ones

I love my babies.  They are my world.  I was thinking about them in church yesterday.  We had communion.  During the silent time between the elements, I started thinking about when I was a little kid and how uncomfortable that silence was.  I never knew what to do.  I remember my brother and I used to giggle at the noises people would make when eating their piece of cut up white bread.

I also remember "communion breath".  I would always stay far away from people after communion Sunday's because I didn't want anyone to smell my "communion breath"... even though they all had communion breath too.

I also remember asking my mom when I was an older kid - maybe 7 or 8 - what are you supposed to do during those silent times in communion?  She said to pray.  I said for what?  She said for things that are important to you.

So, do you know what I started praying for every time we had communion?  My dog.  First it was our dog Muffin, but she died, so then I started praying for my dogs Claus and Charlotte.  I remember being little and my prayers during communion going something like this "Well God, I still am not really sure what I am supposed to be praying for, but Mom said to pray for what is important to me.  So.... umm... please bless Muffin. Inner voice saying, does that sound stupid?  Should I really be praying for my DOG??.  Please bless her and keep her safe.  Please keep her healthy.  I love her.  Thank you."

So I said a very similar prayer for my three four legged babies yesterday during communion.  Why would I not pray for them?  They love me, depend on me, are always faithful, know when something is wrong, always make me feel better and always shake their little butts so fast when I come home because they are so happy to see me.  We are supposed to thank God and pray for our blessings, and I consider the three of them amongst the top of my blessings.

Engagement day - Wade had them there as a part of his proposal.  So special!

It is also funny to think that who I really am as a person is the same as me as a 7 year old girl who didn't know what to pray for during communion and laughed at the funny bread noises and worried about communion breath.  My pups will always be important to me, and yes, I do believe that all dogs go to heaven, and I still believe in communion breath.

Dear God, today, I know what to pray.  Thank you for the blessing of my babies.  They make my world a brighter place.  Thank you for letting me be their mama. Amen.