SANCTIFIED, PURIFIED, LOVED

When I was a child, our family dog, a Dalmation, was named Dorothy Lamour Carter, and of course we called her Dot. I know not why, but Dot is much on my mind this morning. 

Thoughts that are pouring out: I simply ignored Dot...the folks claimed to love her so much because my brother Paul (who died way too young, age 12) loved her but they did not show(er) love...she was ignored in truth but was kept simply to prove love? (I'm guessing.) 

My heart hurts remembering how poorly she was treated by all of us...not treated physically but left alone...simply that. After Paul passed, she was virtually ignored...she was fed, housed, and left alone. 

Ah, but it is my part that is the splinter in my heart. I took no part in showing her love, giving her loving attention.

Father forgive me...I pray she has found the love she gave...thank You.

Then it came to me without plan or prethought that Old Dot was sanctified [God-given word]...our family was purified. I held my ceramic model of her and wept...I know, unthinking I know...God, love, led me.

Love, specifically, how to ... has been bouncing me along for a while, whether I knew it or not. I know this morning that I felt...no, I did not feel, I realized: 

I was love, 

I was loved, 

I AM loved, 

I AM love.

And Old Dot is sanctified.

Thank you.