Sunday, July 20, 2003


Our two West Highland Terrorists are instinctively possessive. They will both go out of their way to try to 'stash' food. Usually this constitutes covering up their food bowls with sticks, leaves and other debris. They'll often go so far as to push their bowls across the patio to places they presumably deem as secret and safe. When Winston, our special needs dog, becomes greedy in this way he is often betrayed by the nose on his face..

This morning I observed this ritual of avarice and thought how I have been similarly guilty. The end result has been the same.

I have sullied myself coveting the mundane.

The true treasures in my life gain value only when shared.

Matthew 6:21

For where your treasure is, there your heart will be also.