Yesterday, as I mentioned before in my journal, my dog Sadie got away from me.
Actually, I turned her loose. I didn't know Buddy was nearby, or I'd have kept her on her leash. She followed him into the woods and totally ignored my calls. Buddy showed up later without her.
For almost an hour, I called for her, shouting her name over and over. I would come to the house to see if she had returned without me; then I'd go back into the pasture, still calling for her.
While she was missing, I felt, more than heard, God speaking.
"Now you know how I feel," He said, "when I call to you again and again, and you go on your merry way as though I weren't here."
I'm glad God still speaks to me.