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Sunday, August 6, 2017

Stories About Dogs



 Stories About Dogs  

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Aggot

When we first moved to this home we were greeted the first day by our neighbor's dog barking
at our front door.  Our neighbor apologized and told us the neighbors before us treated the dog with biscuits.  We asked if we could give the dog treats and they were ok with it.  We really didn't have any problem with the dog visiting and we gave him a treat, we did this for many years.  We cared about  Aggot (his name) and we were very careful when we pulled out of our driveway because he would always be there when we would leave or come home.  We were afraid of hitting him with our car.  He did this with all visiting his home as well.  Sometimes he would be very close to the edge of the road and  would try calling to him because I was afraid he would get run over.  We didn't want anything to happen to Aggot.

There were only two times I remember him pooping in our yard. I understood that's what happens
sometimes when a dog is around.
Though if it would of been a regular occurrence, we probably would have become unhappy about it.
The neighbor came to clean it up, but did a very unusual thing.  While I was speaking to him
he acted as though I spoke rudely to him.  He even made movements and looked shocked as though I was
being unkind to him. My back was turned to the hospital which stands in front of our home and I was wondering who was he putting a show on for and wondered if we were being watched from the hospital.

 It was kind of what they do at the football games. ( a fake play.)

After our neighbors moved away we heard from our neighbor's dad that
 Aggot was run over and died after moving into the new place.
We felt sad for our neighbors and also for Aggot.

Susan Nikitenko


 A Ruined Garden

A few years ago I wanted to plant a vegetable garden but had nowhere to plant one.  I asked my Son in-law if I could plant at his grandfather's property.  I planted a few things and they grew and produced vegetables.    I grew some squash, tomatoes and peppers.  I had helped other people in my childhood in their gardens but never tried growing vegetables myself. 

   Something happened though that was a disappointment to me.  The neighbor's dogs didn't use the bathroom in their own yard.  I would go to check on the few vegetables I had planted and I would find  the dogs had pooped right by the vegetables I had planted.  The man who lived next door owned a mowing service, maybe even did landscaping.

 I was happy I was able to grow vegetables and I gathered the vegetables but we didn't eat any of them.  Knowing the garden was pooped and peed on was not appetizing at all.

Susan Nikitenko


Maggie

I don't know if you remember me talking about Maggie, Maggie was one of our neighbor's three dogs.  Maggie was a Rottweiler.  One day while I was about to work in one of our flower beds, which is located out by the road.  I said hello to our neighbor and Maggie was standing beside of him.  Something very unusual happened.  Every time  I stretched my hand to touch one of my flowers in the flower bed, Maggie would growl.  Every time I withdrew my hand, Maggie would stop growling.  I tested it by repeating the same movement.  Maggie would growl each time and would cease to growl when I withdrew my hand.  Maggie was telling me not to touch the flower.  I thought to myself, "Why would Maggie tell me not to touch the flowers in my own flower garden?"  She must have known something  I didn't.  So I started to observe the flower  I was about to touch.  I noticed at the very top of it was an earwig.  I wondered if Maggie knew there was an earwig on the flower and how she would know one was there.  Maybe Maggie saw something that made her know it? or maybe it wasn't the earwig at all.

Maybe she thought for some reason those were her gardens.  

Susan Nikitenko
7/6/2017


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Thank God For The Slug?



Thank God For The Slug?

There is nothing more disgusting than a slug - it is one of the most difficult pests to get rid of in your garden.  The one thing that stands out in my mind about a slug is that it is attracted to beer.  When I was looking for a way to get rid of slugs in my garden, in most places I looked into, they would recommended beer traps.  Being a pastor's wife makes it hard to go out and buy a 6 pack of beer to kill slugs.  More than likely someone would look at as though I was just hiding a drinking habit or something.  Slugs like being out late at night, so if you want your garden to be very successful , it seems to me that you have to go out late at night and remove them, so they won't destroy your plants.  
The slug reminds me so much of sin and how it eats away at our relationship with God.  Sin eats at our faith  and our joy.  Sin eats away at out testimony for the Lord.  Sin is disgusting to God.  I've asked myself over and over "Is there really any blessing in a slug?  It is a most miserable job to get rid of them.  If a slug offers any kind of blessing, it's the perfect example of sin.  A slug would be the perfect example of what destroys anything good.  I think a slug is a blessing to a bird or to a skunk, but definitely not to a  garden.  If it has been a blessing to me, I would say it would be a lesson in humility, a lesson to remind us how deeply God hates sin.  So if someone were to ask me why I would thank God for a slug,  I would say it taught me how God might feel about sin.  

Susan Y Nikitenko
August 6th, 2017

Proverbs 22:4 ¶ By humility and the fear of the LORD are riches, and honour, and life. 

Caring for the Fallen



Caring for the Fallen 

I was given  a hanging basket of mixed million bells and petunias.  I took the hanger part of it off and sat it inside a stand.  The stand was blown over during a storm and the basket of flowers  fell to the ground.  The flower was damaged in the fall, many flower limbs broke off  and it was not the perfect beauty  it once was.  I picked up all the pieces and I put the stand back into place.  I returned the basket of flowers to the stand, arranged the flowers a bit and watered it.  A few days later somehow the stand and the flower basket fell again.  It caused even more damage to the flower.  I was disappointed that the flower had been damaged so much.   I put the stand back into place, did some things to secure the stand and put the basket of flowers inside of it.  I watered the flowers and straightened out the flower branches as best I could.  The stand somehow fell at least two or three other times during the week,  but  I finally found a way to secure it so it wouldn't fall again.  I thought my flower basket of flowers would never recover from the many damaging things that had happened to it.  The remarkable thing about this basket of flowers is that after a while , it did recover and is as beautiful as it was the day that I received it.  I think it is even more beautiful  than it was when it was new.  I was very careful to take care of my basket of flowers even though it had lost its original beauty.  I did not give up on it when it had gone through shock and change.   I enjoy it more, I think because,  I watched it survive and become even more beautiful than some of my other flower baskets  that had never fallen. 
     I'm so glad that God doesn't give up on us and also for the people who don't give up on us in life.
The people who love us no matter what.  We all mess up sometimes and fall short in some way.
Sometimes things are hard in life  but God will use those thing to make us more usable
and more like Him.

Susan Y Nikitenko
August 6th, 2017

 Proverbs 24:16 For a just man falleth seven times, and riseth up again: but the wicked shall fall into mischief.
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