Max, my 8-year-old miniature Labradoodle, was dying. He’d lost a lot of fur and almost half of his body weight. Now, he lay listless on the floor beside me.
I reached down to pet him, “Sorry you’re feeling so bad,” I said before sending up another prayer, “Lord, please help my dog to get better.”
I have to admit, I felt a little guilty spending one of my prayers on my dog. Shouldn’t I be praying for world peace, or at least that the Lord would help a hurting friend?
But I…
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