I’m way too much like my dog.
And yet not enough.
Confusing? Tell me about it.
Summer is here, and for me that means early morning walks with the lovely Mandibles of Death. You may remember this pooch. Her given name is Amanda, but she has claimed the title Mandibles. She has earned it, too, being vicious in a way that only fluffy Golden Retrievers can be.
I try to use our daily walk as prayer time. The fresh morning air and invigorating exercise are supposed to free up my mind for communion with God. That’s the plan, anyway. As we cruised along the block today, I couldn’t help but notice that there are ways in which Mandy reminds me, uncomfortably, of myself. (more…)
