The lecture I'd just attended on the Science of Christianity had been so inspiring that I thought about it all the way home.
When I got home and opened the door that leads to our backyard I saw one of our cairn terriers, Robbie, dive toward something on the brick walk. When he jumped back, he shook off a rattlesnake that had fastened itself onto his neck and bitten him in the throat. Robbie came toward me, rubbing the side of his neck.
I picked him up and began comforting him, assuring him that he could not be out of God's care. (Even though he couldn't understand the words, I knew he must have felt cared for.) My husband also began to pray for him.
