My mom's dog, Bear, has mysteriously fallen ill. The doctors don't know the cause, so they don't know how to treat him. He's in emergency care as his throat continues to swell. We're major dog lovers, it's heartbreaking to watch. 

Last night was a long night. I couldn't stop thinking about Bear, the writer's conference I'll be attending this Thursday through Sunday that I don't feel prepared for, how many times I snapped at my husband earlier in the day, you, me, and why I refuse to drink more water even as my face continues to break out (at the age of forty-two). 

In my restlessness, I found myself wondering at 3:00 AM if God was thinking of me, you, and even Bear. I got out of bed and shuffled into my office where I had left my Bible. I opend it to Psalm 140:17-18:

"How precious also are Your thoughts to me, O God! How great is the sum of them! If I should count them, they would be more than the sand; When I awake, I am still with You."

What a comfort to be reminded that God is always thinking of me and you and sick pets. He sees us, He's thinking of us. He knows how we feel and cares how we feel. God feels for us.

I want answers, but for the moment there are none; none that I can see. As far as God has brought me over the years, I still have nights when I'm restless. Still have moments when it's hard to detach from the outcome. But I wouldn't trade it for anything. It's just part of the journey.

If you've ever rocked a restless baby, you know what I'm talking about. Some nights the baby drifts off to sleep and others he/she fusses all night. It's just life.

Bless you, sweet friend. If you've been restless, you can rest assured that you are being tenderly gazed upon. God is thinking of you.