Those of us who have had a long relationship with the Lord have enjoyed frequent evidences of care, restoration, and protection. Some may be powerful affirmations, others subtle. One cannot distinguish the importance of either acts of grace; for we know He works mysteriously in the major and the small. Some not as small as we think.
We also may recount some acts as testimony in what ever venue we have available. Blessed are we who have forums such as Christian Blessings. While I have recounted some of these in my past. I can think of few, if any, that have shaken me more or have made me more resolute about the fact ( even the predictability) of God’s amazing interventions.
You, as earlier readers have been appraised of the joy in my receipt of a Birthday gift of two weeks ago of a puppy. My blog “I only want a buddy, not a sweetheart”. spoke to the fun of it all.
We have since been teaching Sadie about things. Among them is walking on a leash in our small duplex complex, and teaching her commands, most of which she has no clue at two months. We had done this many times ….still close to home because of her current puppy-fear of traffic and loud noises.
Two days ago we continued our walking past our drive and down further to a dead end where we always turned around and headed back for a treat.
Suddenly behind us there was a burst of frenzied barking, and instantaneously two Pit Bulls were upon us. One having grasped Sadie in it’s mouth who was secured in a body harness (typical for puppies) rather than a collar. Instantly, I jerked hard on the leash and she flew six feet up into my arms. In defense, I staggered back and fell to the asphalt in a fetal ball for protection. A scream from the owner brought the dogs to a halt.
I’m sure that I have company in the experience of just lying there after a fall somewhere, not wanting to deal with with disaster: not knowing what might be broken; and in Sadie’s case, perhaps dead. Shaking with apprehension, I was not able to uncoil and get up until Sadie licked my hand. The owner of the dogs, shaken as well, picked us up and expressed sincere concern, and apology for leaving the gate open.
Praise God, Prraise God! Everything worked. Things just hurt and only a small amount of bleeding from both of us. I fell on both elbows, as I could not break the fall holding Sadie, and my shoulder was jammed. Sadie had a one-inch long rip in her tummy that tore open only the dermis fatty tissue.
While I had fears of bones broken or permanent damage to this 86 year old body, in two days I find that I can open upper cabinets, operate the Lazy Boy, and sleep just fine. The lacerations have already healed over ( no I did not lick them) and Sadie is getting rid of her girdle covering her owie as I write She now wears a cone and a light bandage. Stitches will come out in a week or so. She reigns as queen- in- recovery.
Her personality has changed a bit for the moment, but who wouldn’t ?
Mine has changed as well. I cannot help thanking God, over and over, for being there at the right time to provide for our miraculous escape and recovery.
Both of us: God in his own way, will work on the message telling about dangerous breeds of dogs and the carelessness of owners who are amazed ( “This is the first time, etc.”)
This is far from God’s first time. He already has a full calendar, making us new when disaster strikes.
How come I feel even better for it?