On our way back from Florida we lost "bear". He was Blake's lovey - and he was very, very loved. Blake got him as a gift when he was a baby - and had snuggled with him every day since. He lost him on his fifth birthday. I cried. I mean really, really cried. I felt like I wasn't just saying goodbye to bear - but to my little boy. He is big now. I mean really, really big. He is riding his bike, swimming under water and playing baseball (ok, ok Tee Ball). I begged God to help us find him, to work a miracle, I KNEW God had the power. We lost him on an airplane - he could be anywhere. But I begged and begged God to send him back. One morning, while once again begging God to help us find this precious lost bear I was totally and completely convicted. I have never once begged God so passionately, so fervently for a lost soul. I mean I shed some serious tears over this furry little creature and I can't remember shedding a single tear for a truly lost soul. I can't remember BEGGING God for someone's salvation. Actually, I do remember praying for a few specific people when I was a young child...but when those prayers weren't answered, I think I kind of gave up. We never found bear. But I am praying with all of my heart that God will fill me with deep, passionate, heart-felt, faith filled prayers for people who are lost. That they will find Him. That they will know His love. That they will come home.
We didn't make it to church this Sunday. Its a family tradition. The Maine Wienerfest - we landed there accidentally 5 or 6 years ago and fell in love with the hundreds of dachshunds competing. The costume contest has always been our favorite, I mean who can resist a puppy princess - definitely not Avonlea (our six year old daughter). But this year, the race got my vote, hands down. Those precious doxens racing to the finish line. Their owners, treats in hand, calling out to their beloved pets, hoping they will run straight to them. The ginormous grins, giggles and cheering - all brought on by the pups' confusion as to which way to go. No one was looking at the disoriented dogs with even a hint of frustration. Not a single person had a scowl. Everyone delighted in their efforts. And when one of the adorable runners finally figured out which way to go and ran as fast as his little feet could carry him, we all jumped to our feet and cheered. "Way to go!" "That…
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