I was sitting on the couch last night, while Tom played his new football game on the PS3, and Gracie jumped onto the couch and snuggled into my lap. She gazed up at me and gave me a few sweet kisses, and then nestled her head down and went to sleep. "You never get over her, do you?" Tom asked, seeing the glow of love on my face for this sweet, silly dog. "No, I don't," I replied, and Gracie chose that moment to tilt her head straight back and give me another kiss. It isn't the big gifts from the Lord that shock me the most, but the small ones. That he cares about guiding us in our life decisions and making use of us for His Kingdom seems easier to grasp than the fact that He delights in making me this happy by a pretty little cocker spaniel. I worry sometime what kind of mother I will be; babies seem such high maintenance at times, and I worry that motherhood will become a burden rather than a joy. But if I take to it like I've taken to dog ownership, I ...