Rescued

I have a new dog. His name is Pippin and he's 6 years old. I found him on a rescue site for his breed - Pembroke Welsh Corgi. He was left in the yard of a house that had been foreclosed. He hadn't eaten for a long time. The other dog in the yard ate all the food that the kindly neighbors threw over the fence. She was fat and he was emaciated. He had fleas and heartworms. The rescue people gave him medical attention before I adopted him, but he was a very scared little dog when we took him home at the end of June.

He is a delightful dog and we are so happy to have him. The first toy I gave him was a little blue ball. He loves to fetch, and takes his ball with him all over the house and yard - wherever he goes. He also loves to give kisses. Wherever I go, he follows me. He watches me with eyes of love. Sometimes he just puts his face up to mine and looks at me, as if he is saying thank you. He's a happy dog now, and he sleeps with abandon, unafraid.

When I think of how Christ rescued me and gave me a new life, I feel like saying thank you often, at odd moments. And don't we all feel like following Him around wherever He goes, just because He loves us and is so good to us? John 8:12 quotes these words from Jesus, "I am the light of the world. He who follows me will not walk in darkness, but will have the light of life."
Barbara