Nothing and Lots to Say

I haven't been on my blog in a while, and you mw have been wondering when I would get back to blogging. Well, even now that I'm back, I really don't have anything to say. So I think I'll tell you about an experience that happened to me earlier this year that most of you know about already. I told you that I got a dog named Lizzy. Well, sometime this summer, just after we got her, we went on a camping trip. It was relaxing, and the campground had quiet little trails winding through the woods, which extended for miles. Well, one afternoon I had just run back to the camper after a shower when a thunderstorm whipped up. Mom had just finished
braiding my hair when a deafining crack of thunder drove Hannah to scream, Daniel to dive under the table--and a dog to fly out the screen door. At first, I thought it was Danner. But he was right beside us. So Mom and I went out into the storm looking for Lizzy, calling and calling around the campground. Mind you, the thunder had by no means diminished and it was pooring. Dad got back from work, it was a work trip for him, and we went driving around in his truck calling for Lizzy. Nothing. Now, with help from some very kind people from the campground, we searched the trails that had previously delighted us. We couldn't find her. We ate a very gloomy supper and went to bed, me hoping, all of us praying, and Mom and Dad nearly dispairing for Lizzy's return. I was too nieve to realize the seriousness of the situation.The next morning, Mom and I and the kids and Danner went out calling for Lizzy. We came back dejected. Then, one of the campground workers who had helped us before saw us on our way to the campsite and said, "There you are! I tied your dog up at your campsite." (or something like that) We ran all the way back, calling thankyous over our shoulders. It turns out that, of all the miles of woods that she could have been lost in, she had been found curled up asleep at a tree farm that neighboored the campground, and that the owner of the farm had wondered if she belonged to someone over there and brought her over.
The whole point of the story is to show you that God does indeed answer prayers. However, it isn't always right to ask God to heal this person or not let this one die and so forth. Sometimes the right thing to do is to just rend the person or issue to God. It belongs to him anyhow.

Lizzy helping me do laundary.