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Still: A Dog's Perspective

Still: A Dog's Perspective

I was stretched out on the floor again… my favorite spot… close enough to hear my human read, close enough to feel like I belong.

Tonight, his voice had a different kind of weight to it. Not the heavy kind like when the story gets sad… but the steady kind. The kind that makes your ears perk up even if you don’t mean to.

He read:
“Do not be afraid; I am the First and the Last. I am He who lives, and was dead, and behold, I am alive forevermore…”
- Revelation 1:17–18


I lifted my head.

Now I don’t understand everything… I’m just a dog. But I know a few things about living. I know the difference between something that’s gone… and something that’s still here.

I’ve laid by places that used to smell like life… but don’t anymore. 
I’ve watched my human stare at empty spaces where something used to be. 
That’s what dead feels like.

But this… this didn’t sound like that.

Alive forevermore.

That means not just alive back then… not just alive for a little while… but still.

Still breathing.
Still moving.
Still here.

I got up and walked a little closer.

Because if Jesus is still alive… 
Then He’s not just a story my human reads. 
He’s not just someone to remember. 
He’s someone who is.


Still speaking.
Still holding.
Still saving.

I wagged my tail a little… slow at first… then faster.

Because I started to understand something in my own dog kind of way:

If He’s still alive… then my human isn’t talking to the ceiling when he prays.
If He’s still alive… then the hope in his voice isn’t pretend.
If He’s still alive… then nobody who belongs to Him is ever really alone.

Not ever.

I leaned against my human’s leg. 
He reached down without even looking… scratched behind my ears like he always does.

Still.

That’s a good word.

Still here.
Still loved.
Still held.

And Jesus?

Still alive.

Forevermore.

I don’t understand forever… but I know this—
if He’s still alive today… then that changes everything about right now.

I settled back down… not as restless as before.

Because the One who was…
and the One who died…
is the One who is…

Still.

Keep the Faith… Carpe Diem

The Living: A Dog's Perspective

The Living: A Dog's Perspective