Psalm 113:9 (NIV)
He settles the barren woman in her home as a happy mother of children. Praise the LORD.
Okay, I admit it, I'm not always a happy mother, especially not like this one as she washes dishes by hand. If I had my way, we'd be eating frozen meals or take out on paper plates just to avoid the dishes! I really, really miss a dishwasher. I do like being a mother, gratefully so, after years of infertility. As the young man who lives in my house and doesn't want to be blogged about marches towards high school graduation, I want to wail at losing my baby! We will still have his dog, though, when our son goes off to college, and he has a pretty good baying cry. We will be able to cry in chorus, I suppose, as we both suffer from empty nest syndrome.
I came home the other day and found the dog baying on the front porch stoop. He had somehow gotten left outside after his master left for school. I called his name as I approached him but I don't think he heard over his whooooooooing. I called his name one more time as I stepped up to the porch and he nearly jumped out of his fur! Did I scare him into believing he'd have to be a guard dog for real? His shaggy fur has grown over his eyes again, so I'm not sure he could really see me. He's getting clipped next week.
I do love this loyal dog who helped raise my son perhaps more than his parents. He came to us from the pound after my son and I spent much time in prayer for a dog that would be his very own dog. He has been beside him since the day we brought him home, love at first sight, and a clear answer to prayer. My son has been a good master too taking responsibility for his own.
Just a mother's ramblings tonight as I continue to occupy this little house under the weeping willow tree.
This song, "Prayer" is by Hayley Westenra.