She worked each day doing all she could lay her hand to. Her body was worn as she finally sat in the yard and sighed, there was too much. Then out of the snow a small dog manifested, he couldn’t help because he had no hands, his small body couldn’t pull the wagon or rake the wood shavings, but he could make her smile and that he did with all his heart.
Sometimes all we need is someone to bring us joy. We can also be that someone for someone else! Have a great weekend!
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I am a young woman who grew up in British Columbia. In BC was all I ever wanted; I had my poodle (Max) and all my friends, Saturdays at the Vancouver Aquarium and Sunday afternoons at one of my favorite beaches it was paradise. But God had a different plan for my life and my dad's job landed us in Alberta and now where I remain, in small town Souris Manitoba. The transitions from paradise to prairie were difficult and I will admit that now 10 years later I still refer to home as Abbotsford BC. Through this crazy pathway trek across Canada I have had one true constant, God; and though none of it was easy, everything that has happened in my life has formed in me a true lasting friendship with the one I call Immanuel. Because no matter how far from home we are God is with us, and thanks to God I have found an almost completely over looked beauty in Manitoba. If you open your eyes you will see that God has planted wondrous things everywhere you go.
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