God. His love. His strength. His provision. And His amazing mercy, for I fall terribly far short daily in all that I do. But I confess my sins to Him, He forgives me through faith in Jesus Christ, and He encourages me and enables me to carry on. But how can I help dogs like these, and how can I help so many?
Shouldn’t I just give up on them? Some days my flesh wants to quit. But God lifts me up and leads me forward. And then I remember. God could have given up on me long ago, and still could on a daily basis. But He didn’t give up on me. He sent Christ to the cross to pay the penalty for my sins, and led me to repent and place my faith in Jesus so I can be forgiven and be promised eternal life instead of forever torment in hell.
Who, then, am I to give up on His Creation, whether it be a homeless man, a suicidal woman, an addict young person, a paralyzed dog, anyone at all whom God created.
Nice. That was literally what I have been hoping to find.