Story Time- My Childhood Companion My Dog

As a child, the family dog was mostly my dog. She slept in my room, would follow me anywhere I would go in the house, and was my constant companion. When I would take her for a walk, I had no fear because she was protective for a golden retriever.

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One way that she helped me was during dinner time. I grew up in a family that would have meat, mashed potatoes with gravy, and a vegetable for dinner every night. The vegetable of the evening was my dilemma especially if it was something like asparagus. My dog solved the problem for me.

When my parents were not looking, I would quickly dip the vegetable in the gravy and feed it to my dog who was an ever present help. She would sit at my feet under the table and was a willing accomplice to my escape from eating the vegetable. Peas were a bit tricky, but she would lick my hand clean destroying any evidence. 🙂

Jesus sent a helper for us. He sent the Holy Spirit. In John 14:16-17 we read:

And I will ask the Father, and he will give you another advocate to help you and be with you forever— the Spirit of truth. The world cannot accept him, because it neither sees him nor knows him. But you know him, for he lives with you and will be in you.

The Holy Spirit is our constant companion, advocates for us, guides us, and empowers us.

However, the Holy Spirit would not be a willing accomplice to help children avoid eating vegetables. 🙂

Thank you for reading. God Bless.

12 thoughts on “Story Time- My Childhood Companion My Dog

  1. My hold up at the dinner table was steak!! I hated it and thought it was torture to have to eat (but I guess I never thought to pawn it off on the dog)….now I love steak and the Holy Spirit!!

  2. Matt, you always a unique way to connect the Gospel with everyday applications. While your trusted dog erased those dreaded veggies, we experience our Savior’s ultimate sacrifice in washing away our sins.

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