We had a splendid reunion! An easy afternoon and into the evening.
He ate the broccoli that fell from the counter and so, I gave him another floret or two, then three.
I sat with the Sunday paper.
He plopped his big ole self at my feet, his belly over one and then he nudged until I rested the other to then rub softly the place under his collar.
A long sigh, he was comfortable. He wasn’t mad at me at all.
Then, rather than run, we walked together and ended in the place he loves, up next to the fence, the open valley of field to sit.
I’d been away and he had waited, good dogs are that way, must surely know we will always return.
Won’t be gone too far for too long.
“Our hope for you is unshaken, for we know that as you share in our sufferings, you will also share in our comfort.”
2 Corinthians 1:7 ESV
And be at rest again at home and grateful to be greeted by such grace and favor.
Returning to mercy and the comfort of home, hope for us and our returning, hope that is unshaken.