Hard Pressed but not Destroyed

My poor Honeybun is not doing well. She spent early Wednesday morning awakening us before the sun by puking several times. She couldn't walk, and looked drunk. Hubby and I tag-teamed clean up and dog ministrations till morning. She was slightly better, able to wobble outside to do her business around 9. I had a meeting, but called vet to set up visit there after my meeting if Honeybun was still wobbly when I got home.

She was, so we went to the vet. She has one of three things:
old dog vestibular disorder (basically, dizzy old dog.)
blood clot that hit inner ear
tumor

The vet thinks it is the least serious, the old dog dizzy disorder. If so, it will pass, and she put her on Bonine. She already looked better a couple of hours later, ate a good dinner, and kept it down. Still, her poor eyes were flicking back and forth, and she had difficulty walking in a straight line. She kept circling to the right. I could take her on a short bathroom walk if I stayed on her left, and guided her to the left. Never a dull moment around here.There is always a mini-crisis developing, resolving, or in our future. Such is life.

Appropriately, I am in the book of Job in my Bible study (and really, when isn't Job appropriate?) Job has everything taken from him - children, livelihood, health, and respect. He has nothing left but God, and God is what He clings to. When he is afforded a glimpse of God, hearing His voice, He recognizes that God is all he needs. I suspect God works on each of us until we come to that conclusion. I prayed all night that Honeybun would recover and be well on the mend by morning. God is all we need, but it is comforting to have a furry face to kiss nearby.

Praise God for respites; Honeybun is much better this morning.

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We are hard pressed on every side, but not crushed; perplexed, but not in despair; persecuted, but not abandoned; struck down, but not destroyed. 2 Corinthians 4:8–9 (NIV)