I was away for a few days. When I returned home, I discovered that my dog had been spending time on an old sweater I had left on a chair. He growled and fussed if someone tried to move the sweater and insisted on curling up there. If only I were as attached to the things of God! If only I were as fiercely protective of my space to be with God. If only I longed for time with God as much as my dog longed for time with me.
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