|Isn’t he cute??|
During this time of year, I join the elite club of women across the world and become a “hunter’s widow”, but it’s okay because I’m joining the ranks of my mom and Beth Moore, so I’m in good company. Whenever the opportunity arises, Bernie is off to find the nearest duck blind—I’m pretty sure it’s something he would do everyday if he could.
But this isn’t me complaining—I actually love that he goes hunting. I learned early on in our marriage that Bernie needs outdoor outlets where he can connect with nature and have some quality guy time. Each time he comes home, he’s alive and refreshed.
PLUS, when else would I have the chance to watch the Real Housewives of Beverly Hills marathon, without someone making me change the channel?
This year, though, I have gained an extra companion. Neely, our dog and hunting school dropout, has become my faithful companion. I enjoy my alone time, but there’s something nice about having a dog around so you can talk to someone, have a little dance party now and then, and another creature (aside from cockroaches and mice) in the house at night to keep me company.
What’s funny about Neely though is when Bernie’s away, she does not leave my side. If I’m in bed, she’s laying on the floor next to me; if I’m doing laundry or cleaning the kitchen, she sits and watches; when I’m in the bathroom, she waits by the door. While extremely annoying at times, most of the time it’s endearing. I’m beginning to see why dogs are frequently referred to as “man’s best friend”.
This weekend, I thought about how similarly, whether Bernie is away or at home, I have a constant, steadfast Companion who never leaves me. One who is with me in the highs and lows of life, whether surrounded by people or by myself; and nothing can ever separate me from His faithful love!
never will I forsake you.