I’m in a season of letting go, of laying down some things which are no longer mine to carry.  And just when I think I have finally won the battle, I realize I’m carrying it again.  I can see myself walking back towards God.  My face is down. I know better. I remind myself of my King Charles when she fishes something out of the trash. Just when I start to walk by, she looks up at me with those eyes. I don’t even have to say a word before she gently opens her mouth and let’s the thing fall …