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 Our 14 year old dog, Abbey, died last month. The day after she died, my 4 year old daughter Meredith was crying and talking about how much she missed Abbey.  She asked if we could write a letter to God so that when Abbey got to heaven, God would recognize her.  I told her that I thought we could so she dictated these words:
Dear God,Will you please take care of my dog? She died yesterday and is with you in heaven. I miss her very much. I am happy that you let me have her as my dog even though she got sick.I hope you will play with her. She likes to play with balls and to swim. I am sending a picture of her so when you see her You will know that she is my dog. I really miss her.Love, MeredithWe put the letter in an envelope with a picture of Abbey and Meredith and addressed it to God/Heaven. We put our return address on it. Then Meredith pasted several stamps on the front of the envelope because she said it would take lots of stamps to get the letter all the way to heaven. That afternoon she dropped it into the letter box at the post office.A few days later, she asked if God had gotten the letter yet.  I told her that I thought He had.Yesterday, there was a package wrapped in gold paper on our front porch addressed, ‘To Meredith’ in an unfamiliar hand. Meredith opened it. Inside was a book by Mr. Rogers called, ‘When a Pet Dies.’Taped to the inside front cover was the letter we had written to God in its opened envelope. On the opposite page was the picture of Abbey & Meredith and this note:Dear Meredith,Abbey arrived safely in heaven. Having the picture was a big help. I recognized Abbey right away.Abbey isn’t sick anymore. Her spirit is here with me just like it stays in your heart. Abbey loved being your dog.Since we don’t need our bodies in heaven, I don’t have any pockets to keep your picture in, so I am sending it back to you in this little book for you to keep and have something to remember Abbey by. Thank you for the beautiful letter and thank your mother for helping you write it and sending it to me. What a wonderful mother you have. I picked her especially for you.I send my blessings every day and remember that I love you very much. By the way, I’m easy to find, I am wherever there is love.Love,God…

her0inchic:

Our 14 year old dog, Abbey, died last month. The day after she died, my 4 year old daughter Meredith was crying and talking about how much she missed Abbey.  She asked if we could write a letter to God so that when Abbey got to heaven, God would recognize her.  I told her that I thought we could so she dictated these words:


Dear God,
Will you please take care of my dog? She died yesterday and is with you in heaven. I miss her very much. I am happy that you let me have her as my dog even though she got sick.


I hope you will play with her. She likes to play with balls and to swim. I am sending a picture of her so when you see her You will know that she is my dog. I really miss her.


Love, Meredith

We put the letter in an envelope with a picture of Abbey and Meredith and addressed it to God/Heaven. We put our return address on it. Then Meredith pasted several stamps on the front of the envelope because she said it would take lots of stamps to get the letter all the way to heaven. That afternoon she dropped it into the letter box at the post office.

A few days later, she asked if God had gotten the letter yet.  I told her that I thought He had.

Yesterday, there was a package wrapped in gold paper on our front porch addressed, ‘To Meredith’ in an unfamiliar hand. Meredith opened it. Inside was a book by Mr. Rogers called, ‘When a Pet Dies.’

Taped to the inside front cover was the letter we had written to God in its opened envelope. On the opposite page was the picture of Abbey & Meredith and this note:


Dear Meredith,

Abbey arrived safely in heaven. Having the picture was a big help. I recognized Abbey right away.


Abbey isn’t sick anymore. Her spirit is here with me just like it stays in your heart. Abbey loved being your dog.


Since we don’t need our bodies in heaven, I don’t have any pockets to keep your picture in, so I am sending it back to you in this little book for you to keep and have something to remember Abbey by. 

Thank you for the beautiful letter and thank your mother for helping you write it and sending it to me. What a wonderful mother you have. I picked her especially for you.


I send my blessings every day and remember that I love you very much. By the way, I’m easy to find, I am wherever there is love.

Love,
God…

Can I be transparent for a moment?

It is much easier to be a whale than to be an attractive wife. I know my husband is going to love me forever and always tell me a beautiful, which makes it easy to eat the cupcake or veg on goldfish. I want more than that though. I want him to want to show me off. I want other people to look at us and be jealous of his attractive wife.

I skipped my freshman 15 in college.
I’m worried it’s catching up to me in married life…

Hate breeds hate.

I attended my first gay wedding this weekend. It was so beautiful. Both of the brides were glowing and overflowing with excitement and love for each other. I am honored to have been a part of such a monumental day.
On that note, I’d like to remind you guys that love breeds love and just as quickly hate breeds hate. Not everyone is okay with homosexuality yet, but just because they aren’t now doesn’t mean they can’t be in the future. I am personally struggling with my point of view, knowing love is beautiful in any form as well as knowing what my Christian beliefs are.
I think it’s important to know that we will not change anyone’s mind about homosexuality by being hateful and rude. Putting someone down because they have different beliefs is the same no matter what way you spin it. Bashing the other side for not being accepting will only foster their negative feelings. Criticizing someone’s choice of a life-partner will only make them more determined to love that person. I’m not by any means saying to change your belief system, but I am saying that cutting someone out of the family or assuming the parents are worthless because they are struggling is not what Jesus would do. The only way to make a difference is through love - the love of Christ. How you choose to show that is your choice.
I choose to show that by standing in the crowd of a lesbian wedding. Why? Because Jesus would have. He came to love, be love, show love, and that’s what drew so many people to Him. I’m by no means the best Christian, but I do know I was made in His image and He gave me a heart full of love to give. I choose to love these beautiful brides and be a support system they don’t have at the moment. I choose to love the family that didn’t show up in hopes they will soon learn how to do so towards the newlyweds in the future. I choose to bridge the gap and love people for who they are, not what they do. I choose to love knowing that I am loved despite all my flaws. We are all God’s children and we are all made in His image. He loves us all, no matter what.
We’re all sinners.
We all fall short.
But through Christ’s love, we are all made whole and worthy.


(And, in the long run, a sin is a sin. So, if you consider homosexuality a sin, it’s just as nasty in God’s eyes as the lie you told yesterday… which makes that theory kind of silly, don’t you think?)