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When I make my mind up about getting something, I go after it with everything I have. I don’t care if I have to jump off a chair, or climb onto a stool, I have a big streak of “stick to it” in me.
I love playing with the kittens’ scratching post- as you can see, I’ve almost played it apart. I’ve pulled the rope loose that’s at the top and I pull it around the room. I’ve pulled the carpet loose from the bottom part of the post, and I’m trying to eat whatever is underneath it. If the kittens want to play with it, they’ve got to get by me.
My mom says she needs to learn from me- she says she needs to go after God’s heart with everything she has, and not give up no matter what happens.

But sometimes, when I’m outside checking the perimeter of our yard for any dangers, I find things I don’t need to get into. Mom has to take things away from me sometimes – things like a piece of trash that has blown into the yard, or a piece of loose wire that’s been dropped on the driveway, or cigarette butts from when we have visitors.
I don’t like it when Mom takes those things away from me- if she tries to get my attention on something else, it never works, because I keep going back to whatever it is. She ends up having to pick me up and then throw away whatever I’m after so I can’t get to it.
and Mom says she needs to learn from me on that too- she says she needs to learn that some things and people aren’t good for her to be around, so she needs to learn to stay away from them as much as possible.
she knows sometimes she can’t completely avoid people, but she’s trying to learn not to allow them so close to her that they have a sway on her heart.

Keep your heart with all diligence; for out of it are the issues of life. Prov 4:23

Author: Beth R - Categories: 3 in 1,a note from Hope

Hope and Fonda

The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want.
He makes me to lie down in green pastures; He leads me beside the still waters.
He restores my soul; He leads me in the paths of righteousness for His name’s sake.
Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil;
For You are with me; Your rod and Your staff, they comfort me.
You prepare a table before me in the presence of my enemies;
You anoint my head with oil; My cup runs over.
Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me All the days of my life;
And I will dwell[a] in the house of the Lord Forever. Psalm 23
This has been a pretty rough week. Hope started throwing up on Thursday afternoon; I figured she’d gotten a noseful of something nasty after digging in the wet leaves several times. I called a friend of mine who works at our vet’s office, and she said to give her clear liquids and hopefully it would work itself out; watch her and bring her in if she’s not better. She did seem better on Friday til late, when it started again; we started pushing gatorade and chicken noodle soup and water to make sure she stayed hydrated but by Sunday morning she was pretty weak – all she wanted to do was hide from us, or sit hunched up like she was terrified. The vet gave her a shot to stop the throwing up, which worked but she still was not feeling good, so we took her down first thing Monday- and the dreaded “P” word was spoken.
They said they thought we’d caught it in time- keep pushing liquids, keep her quiet and just love on her.
Tuesday morning I took her back to the vet’s office and they kept her all day, giving her a couple IVs of fluids. when we picked her up that afternoon, they said she’d actually eaten and drank some on her own – they were surprised she had bounced back so quickly; they wanted us to watch her and just make sure she was offered food and water, but don’t push.
Last night, she played with the kittens and stood up on her back legs to ask me to pick her up. She’s even better this morning, trying to roll with the kittens and playing, although she’s still weak and gets tired quick. As she builds back up, that will take care of itself.
These are the facts about what was happening – now I’m gonna tell you what was going on in my mind:
I did a lot of praying and crying while all this was going on- I know that parvo can be a death sentence to puppies, especially if they aren’t healthy to begin with; I felt like she had the advantage of being healthy and well fed; but I made the mistake of looking it up and found out that it can also cause permanent damage to the heart muscle because of the stress it causes on the body.
I begged God – please don’t take this puppy. I got mad- I told God He allowed Tank (my pit baby)  to not get well, even after all the begging and praying I’d done; I wanted to remind Him that I had prayed and begged for Him to allow Daddy and my brother Jimmy to stay a while longer; I wanted to say, “Is this how You treat the people who are trying to serve You?”
I wanted to say that… but as the words were forming in my mouth to shout them out, while cradling that sweet little puppy in my arms, I heard Him ask me, “Is the outcome of this going to change whether you serve Me or not? If I take her, are you still going to serve me?”
My tongue froze in my mouth – I knew that I was at a crossroads and the next words I spoke or thought would make all the difference in the world.
I relaxed the fists that my hands had become, and I cried out to the Father who loves us more than we love ourselves. I told Him that no matter what, whether Hope lived or died, I would keep doing what He gives me to do.
Hope says, “When Mom got home last night, she and I were both so cold that we had to snuggle under the blankets and watch TV. This is my buddy Fluffy who wanted to help warm me up. Somebody please tell Mom that I don’t want any more Gatorade or chicken noodle soup. Just dog food please.”

Author: Beth R - Categories: 3 in 1,a note from Hope


James 1:2-4 Consider it all joy, my brethren, when you encounter various trials, knowing that the testing of your faith produces endurance. And let endurance have its perfect result, so that you may be perfect and complete, lacking in nothing.

Today Mom says I passed my first test – I rode in the truck with her. I don’t know what the big deal is – I just slept on the seat. It’s not like there was anything exciting going on.
I’m learning all kinds of new things; when I first got here, there were these weird things who hissed and scratched; at first I thought they were some strange kind of dog, but apparently they are called kittens. now that we’ve gotten to know each other, we like chasing each other. they also have pretty cool toys- I stole one and run through the house with it. I also have a big rib bone that I can chew on, and a tennis ball that I like to chase.
I’m also learning that Mom doesn’t like it when I poop in the house…
She also bought me a harness to wear when we go outside- I didn’t like it at first, but now I don’t care – I just run and roll with it on.
the best thing I’m learning so far is TREATS. Mom gives one to me when I do something good- so I guess that’s another test I’m passing, huh?
so far this “test” stuff is pretty good- some of them might be hard, but I get treats, and rides in the truck, and I get to snuggle with the kittens and Mom while we watch TV, so they’re totally worth it.

Author: Beth R - Categories: 3 in 1,a note from Hope
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