Caring for my diabetic husband can get tricky at times. But when his aging dog can't get up fast enough to make it to the back door it seems like I have two jobs that are physically and mentally taxing. Sometimes I just want to be angry. But to who? Not my husband. Not to the dog. I have to remind myself that I am God's servant. How ever he wants me to serve is not something to be angry about. I am thankful that he has chosen me. No one else would do.