I learn quite a bit from my puppy, especially about my relationship with a much higher Master. I can’t help but think about Lucy’s amazement about me, and correlate that to my wonder about God. (I’ve written about my puppy before). Lucy can’t open doors. She waits for me. She doesn’t understand why I must brush her (OK, Nicole usually does it), and, because she’s an energetic puppy and is still learning, she fights it. My wife and I have to team up to give her a bath, and she’s anxious to get out again into the backyard and find the mud. She has no idea what we’re doing when we’re cooking, but she actively hunts for scraps that fall from the counter, or crumbs that fall from the table. Can you see yourself in her? Even a little? The other day I was pruning one of my beautiful redbud trees. (I’ve written about them before too). Unfortunately, at the end of last season a lar...