When Your Dog Cries With You

I got some really sad news last night and when I woke up this morning I felt heavy and tired and sick, but you know, I also felt thankful.  Luther was tightly snuggled next to me and not at all on his own blanket which meant dog hairs were everywhere on the bed.  But I didn't care.When my mom called last night I was washing my face, getting ready to end my night.  When we hung up I sat on the bathroom floor, head in hands, sobbing.  Doing the ugly cry, loud and hard.And you know what happened then?  Luther stuck his cold, wet nose in my ear, sat beside me and started crying.He cried WITH me.Maybe for me?Or did he just really want to go for that walk I hadn't yet promised?I don't know.But I didn't feel like I was alone in my house anymore.  I felt like I was at home with family.  Because families cry together, right?Anyway, this is the single most difficult post I have written to date and the 'publish' button is officially scary now.I'll be back tomorrow, though I thought about taking a break and just not blogging for a few days.  It doesn't really feel right to want to blog, but it also doesn't feel right not to.  This 31 day series has officially challenged me in a very new and unexpected way.

"I am leaving you with a gift - peace of mind and heart.  And the peace I give is a gift the world cannot give.  So don't be troubled or afraid."

John 14:27 [NLT]