Everytime I get up from sitting in my house, my dog, Macy, gets up with me and walks to the back door. Each time she does this, the same thing pops in my head. I wonder if I treat God like Macy treats me. Do I think every move God makes has to be about me. I admit, sometimes, I do.
I'm thankful that God uses things in my daily life to help me learn. God is for me always but, sometimes, things are not about me. Sometimes, I am called to sit back and pray while God does a big miracle in someone else's life, just like Macy has to wait for me to decide it is time to let her out. 
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