I used to marvel at Rover. Milking time would come, and Dad would say: "Rover, get the cows " But Rover wouldn't immediately dash off as one might expect. He would listen until he heard the bell that Dad had put around the neck of one of the cows. Then he would dash off, find the cows, and slowly herd them home. It was obvious that he relished doing his job. It was something that made him feel proud.

Enjoy these easy-to-read short devotions by Roger Ellsworth--and a good cup of coffee at the same time