Furry Hope

Every now and then God gives a glimpse of hope where you least expect it. I asked my daughter, Kristen, to take a picture of Tebow on the back of the couch because I wanted to tie it to the song, “Sittin’ on the Dock of the Bay.” Tebow singing, “Sittin’ on the Back of the Couch” seemed like a great tweet to me.

But what happened was serendipitous to say the least. Check out the picture of our pup.


Here’s the rest of the story. In our home in Colorado we had a U-shaped leather couch and Pippen would crawl on the back of one side and Frodo would be on the other. It was sort of a balancing act they did with our lives. We didn’t teach them to sleep on the back of the couch, they just loved it up there.

So when Tebow began, a couple of weeks ago, to do the same thing, it brought the memories back. Love and loss and everything in between.

Hence, the picture. It says it all. In the midst of sorrow and pain, there is joy. In your desert are flowers. When things seem darkest, there’s hope.

I don’t always see it, but sometimes the truth breaks through with fur on.