Belle's Musing - Snuggling With Mommy
Snuggling With Mommy
The LORD your God is with you, he is mighty to save. He will take great delight in you, he will quiet you with his love, he will rejoice over you with singing." NIV
Mostly, I like traveling with Mommy and Happy but I do have one complaint. At home, I get to sleep in the big bed with Mommy and Daddy. In Happy, there is simply not enough room to sleep with Mommy. She sleeps on one “bench” seat and I sleep on the other. I think Mommy misses me because she gets up several times during the night.
I always wake up before Mommy. I’ve learned that waking her up is NOT such a good idea. So when I wake up, I just turn my head and stare at her under the table. When she finally opens her eyes, we lay there and stare at each other for a few moments. You have to let Mommy wake up good. She needs a little time. Finally, she turns on her back, moves away from the side of the window to make room for me, and says, “OK.” That is my cue to jump.
I jump from my bed to hers, trying not to land on her. I feel badly when I land on her because she always grunts like it hurts. If she moves over enough, I can get my weight on the bed and not her. Then, I snuggle between her and the window, lie on my back, and lay my head on her shoulder. Then comes the best part - Mommy starts talking to me and rubbing my tummy. Sometimes, if she is in a good mood, she sings softly. Eventually, I turn on my side, facing her, so she can rub my head and my back. This is my favorite time of the day. I’d lie there all day if she would let me but Mommy has a short attention span. We lay there about 10 minutes before she says, “OK” again. This OK means I jump back to my bed and wait as Mommy makes up her bed. When she is finally finished, she says “OK” and I jump down, run to the door, and wait for Mommy to put on my leash to take me outside. Personally, I think she should walk me before she makes up the bed but when I bark at her, she tells me I’m the dog and she is in charge.
My second favorite time of the day is when Mommy talks to her Daddy - God. She eats her breakfast, makes a cup of tea, gets her books, and we go outside to her green prayer chair. She puts her tea and her books on the matching green table sitting beside the chair and relaxes. I lay quietly under her chair, getting as close to her as I can.
Mommy must not have to wait on her Daddy to wake up because no matter how early we get up, Mommy always gets to talk to Him. He must have a longer attention span than Mommy because Mommy sits in that chair a long time. Sometimes, she is quiet and still. Other times, she writes in her journal or reads that book that she loves so much. I know she loves this book because I see her hugging it the way she hugs me. I especially love it when Mommy sings to God. It is even sweeter than when she sings to me.
When Mommy sits in that chair, she looks like I feel when I’m snuggling with her. She probably feels as safe as I do. I wonder if her Daddy sings to her? Does she lay her head on His shoulder and feel Him holding her? Mommy’s God must say “OK” to her too because when she gets up from the chair, she always knows where to go and what to do next. Life is good when you are loved.
The LORD is my shepherd, I shall not want. He makes me lie down in green pastures; He leads me beside quiet waters. He restores my soul; He guides me in the paths of righteousness for His name's sake. Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I fear no evil, for You are with me; Your rod and Your staff, they comfort me. You prepare a table before me in the presence of my enemies; You have anointed my head with oil; My cup overflows. Surely goodness and loving kindness will follow me all the days of my life, and I will dwell in the house of the LORD forever. NASU