Recently my 10-year-old dog went to the vet and was sent home with a bottle of medicine. The orders were to give the lovable beast one pill twice a day.
The pill was large, so I asked I how I was to administer it. "Oh, just wrap up it in some bread," said the vet staff, "He'll do fine with it."
As I gave the dog his first dose later that evening, a thought occurred to me:
"This is how God gives us the 'pill' of suffering. You have to swallow it, but God is faithful to wrap something good around it."
When I give this thing to my dog, I know he's getting his medicine. But the only thing my dog sees is the treat of bread.
Sometimes, I wish I was as smart as my dog.