You feel a bit absent lately–like I can’t feel your nearness Lord.

I know you’re with me.

I know I don’t need warm fuzzies all the time.

I just love you, and well, love is also a feeling–like a thick, soft blanket at the end of the bed–pulled up to the neck when it’s chilly all around, providing instant comfort.

Or, in this case, the blanket is occupied by a fluffy pup.