Wednesday, September 26, 2012

Jesus My Master

The young man who lives in our house but doesn't want to be blogged has a dog that lives for him.   When he's away the dog spends his time waiting for his return.  Tonight I watched his delight as his master came through the back door and was rewarded for his patience with love and affection.  All is well, his master is home.    I think we all need a master, even if we don't think we need one, and Jesus is our Master, even if we don't acknowledge him as such.  I know He is mine and I will wait on Him.

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