Barley went to the vet today, which is not his favorite pastime,
and when the doctor drew blood, his agitation was palpable.
After the examination, I led Barley over to the big scale, coaxed him up on it, and and commanded him to sit.
He fidgeted, and the digital reading fluctuated as he moved.
As I concentrated on determining his weight,
the receptionist, a caring and perceptive individual,
spoke for Barley and said, "Mom, I just want you to look at me."
He did want that, and I had failed to notice.
When I gave him my full attention, he calmed down immediately.
How thankful I am that God's face is toward us! It makes all the difference.
The Lord bless you and keep you;
the Lord make his face shine upon you and be gracious to you;
the Lord turn his face toward you and give you peace.
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