So there I am, sitting in a recliner, crying, when my dog Kiki (my brown cocker spaniel) walks in. She doesn't look at me, but sits right in front of me and looks around the room. She does this for about a minute and then leaps on to the chair and curls up next to me.
As I stop crying, I have that crying, breathing thing going on. It's like a whimper. I hope you know what I'm talking about. Anyway, I hear Kiki breathing and she is breathing exactly as I am and the more I breath normally, so does she. It was very strange. She, then, turns her head and places it on my shoulder and takes a deep breath, goes back to her original position and falls asleep. I promise you I'm not lying. Kiki has no idea what is going on. She doesn't know why I'm hurting or anything, but several times these past few weeks, I felt like she knew I wasn't ok. She's started sleeping in my bed at night. It might be crazy and I could be wrong. She could just be wanting attention, but I'm choosing to believe that's not it.
I believe she knows that I do not want or need to feel alone. I also believe this is one of God's ways to hold my hand through this. He can't come and appear and sit on the couch with me, in the flesh. But Kiki can. And I felt oddly comforted.
I still needed more though, so I grabbed my Bible, journal, and this book I'm going through by Beth Moore about Paul. As I sit down, I see my copy of Jesus Calling (Sarah Young) and open it to the day (Dec. 17). And here's what it said.
"Come to me with your gaping emptiness, knowing that in Me you are complete."
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