Weird Timing

I've already written about my recent experience with God's timing. Today was just another example of it.

My friend Kayla is sixteen weeks pregnant with her second child. I've known her for about five or six years now, and she's a tough woman. She works hard, has an incredible healthy lifestyle, leads with compassion, and loves without judgement. Even though we're close in age, I look up to her as a role model of Christian, female empowerment.

I'm not sure why Kayla is friends with me. I don't add much value to her life, we don't have much in common, and I'm not exactly the most Christ-like person to be friends with. Still, I'm grateful for her friendship, however much of it we have.

Lately, she's relied on Zack and I to take care of her big boy boxer, Hezekiah; Kiah for short. He used to serve as her guardian and dog husband when she felt lonely. Now he's the family guardian, companion, and chicken dinner thief. I'm not certain why she chose us, to be honest. however, we love taking care of him for her, because having a dog in the house just makes us feel better.

Ever since Enzo passed, the house has felt so empty for Zack and I. There's just something about having him around that made home the place we felt most comfortable. So whenever we get to pet sit for our friends, we consider it a chance to feel closer to that comfort again.

Kayla had us watch Kiah off and on for about a month this year, and we thought they were done with their traveling for a while.

God has other plans I guess.

Kayla messaged me out of the blue today to take Kiah for the rest of the week and the weekend. She's been feeling sick during this pregnancy, and really needed a break for a few days.

Once we got Kiah home, I realized the timing of it all; Zack and I are leaving for a trip on Monday. It's a trip to get away from the city and spend some time reflecting on our loss of Enzo. You see, he passed away on the twentieth of June last year.

Somehow, God thought we might need some dog time before we left. I'm not sure why or how it'll help, but I'm grateful for the opportunity.

I know this was a long winded, and poorly written post; but I needed to get it all off my chest before moving on with my day. Sometimes, holding thoughts and emotions in can be a detriment. But I've learned from the past, that the cathartic release and reflection, helps me process things. And someday, maybe I can look back on my time with Enzo and not cry so much. Maybe.


Hope you're well and happy wherever you are.

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