Queenie was my favorite dog... I just don't know if this is her. I remember Dad having to give her away. It was a hot summer Monday evening a few days later and we were having Family Home Evening. Dad let me say the prayer. As any little heart broken boy would do I started to pray that Queenie would come home. The prayer was suddenly interrupted when Queenie jumped through the broken screen door and bounced into the living room into my arms. I had and still do have a testimony of the power of pray and my Heavenly Father. If you haven't prayed for a while... try it. With love, I invite you to come unto Christ.
Wednesday, January 27, 2010
Many years ago!
Queenie was my favorite dog... I just don't know if this is her. I remember Dad having to give her away. It was a hot summer Monday evening a few days later and we were having Family Home Evening. Dad let me say the prayer. As any little heart broken boy would do I started to pray that Queenie would come home. The prayer was suddenly interrupted when Queenie jumped through the broken screen door and bounced into the living room into my arms. I had and still do have a testimony of the power of pray and my Heavenly Father. If you haven't prayed for a while... try it. With love, I invite you to come unto Christ.
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I've always loved that story dad, thanks for sharing it again so I can remember to tell my kiddos.
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