God showed up
I was outside cleaning my pool a while ago. I let the dogs out. The beagle will come when you call her, most of the time, and most of the time stays in the yard. When she ventures out, she always comes home. Long time readers of the blog will know what's coming next. For you occasional readers, my other dog, Bucket, is a bit more of a free spirit (and occasional jailbird) so he has to be on a chain. I was out there, cleaning the pool. Buck is on his chain. Katie is in the back yard.
I looked up and both dogs were gone. At first I thought Miss June brought them in. I looked a couple of minutes later, though and saw the beagle. And then I saw the empty collar. Bucket is on the run.
I turned off the pool pump, ran into the house, informed the immigrant, and found my keys. I had his collar, grabbed a leash, and the search was on. As I walked to the truck, my roommate's friend was coming up the driveway and asked me how I was. I told her I would be better if I had my dog back.
You're gonna want to remember that last part of the story, because that's when God showed up.
I made the usual loop around the campus, found the campus police and had them put out an APB for the mutt. I yelled. I asked strangers. I walked around for five minutes and I talked to God about this while I did all of that. I told God that if he took my dog away from me then that was all right and I gave him thanks. Scripture says to give thanks in ALL circumstances.
As I was walking around, I had an overwhelming feeling of peace and that I just needed to go back home. I went at just the right time because....
After my roommate's friend left the house, as she was pulling onto 36th Street, she made a new friend; a brown and white, shedding and overly affectionate Australian Shepherd named Bucket. She figured it out, brought him back and gave him to my roommate. As he brought Buck upstairs, without collar, Buck got away from him and was running around just as I pulled into the driveway. I opened the door, he jumped in Chevron, and that, as they say, is that.
God showed up. God used the woman in this story (who He's been working on) to find my dog for me. Had she not been exactly where she was, she wouldn't have known it was my dog. Had she not been exactly where she was when she was, I wouldn't have my dog. And I know it was a God thing because I really needed God to show up.
The last couple of weeks have been odd to say the least. I've felt kind of like a cork on the waves, not understanding anything and kind of drifting a little bit away from God. I really needed Him to show up. And I'm so thankful to Him that He did!
I looked up and both dogs were gone. At first I thought Miss June brought them in. I looked a couple of minutes later, though and saw the beagle. And then I saw the empty collar. Bucket is on the run.
I turned off the pool pump, ran into the house, informed the immigrant, and found my keys. I had his collar, grabbed a leash, and the search was on. As I walked to the truck, my roommate's friend was coming up the driveway and asked me how I was. I told her I would be better if I had my dog back.
You're gonna want to remember that last part of the story, because that's when God showed up.
I made the usual loop around the campus, found the campus police and had them put out an APB for the mutt. I yelled. I asked strangers. I walked around for five minutes and I talked to God about this while I did all of that. I told God that if he took my dog away from me then that was all right and I gave him thanks. Scripture says to give thanks in ALL circumstances.
As I was walking around, I had an overwhelming feeling of peace and that I just needed to go back home. I went at just the right time because....
After my roommate's friend left the house, as she was pulling onto 36th Street, she made a new friend; a brown and white, shedding and overly affectionate Australian Shepherd named Bucket. She figured it out, brought him back and gave him to my roommate. As he brought Buck upstairs, without collar, Buck got away from him and was running around just as I pulled into the driveway. I opened the door, he jumped in Chevron, and that, as they say, is that.
God showed up. God used the woman in this story (who He's been working on) to find my dog for me. Had she not been exactly where she was, she wouldn't have known it was my dog. Had she not been exactly where she was when she was, I wouldn't have my dog. And I know it was a God thing because I really needed God to show up.
The last couple of weeks have been odd to say the least. I've felt kind of like a cork on the waves, not understanding anything and kind of drifting a little bit away from God. I really needed Him to show up. And I'm so thankful to Him that He did!
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