Many of you may already know, I recently had to put down my 15-year-old pup. That single event left a hole in my life. I didn’t realize the extent of the place he held in my heart and just how much of my days were intertwined with his daily care.
Warm memories come to fill that empty place in my life and heart. I remember him catching rabbits in the yard and bringing them to me as a prize. We sat on the deck in the Summer in our own lawn chair, just chillin. He’d roll over for everyone to rub his belly. He attacked the bird that flew too close to me in the yard. I remember wetting him with the tears I shed when I came home from the hospital after my husband and father passed.
For the past four years, if he went anywhere, I had to carry him. I can’t count the times I’d walk past and rub or hug him. I would talk to him or sing while rocking him, even though he was deaf and blind
I learned so much from my pet. He taught me first hand unconditional love, patience, loyalty and trust beyond measure. He instilled confidence in me from his wagging tail. Even when something went wrong, his warm paw and cold nose was my rock of support.
As I sit here today, I ask, what do I do now? I hear the Spirit of God telling my heart to continue in my purpose; to tell my story. We all have a story to tell. I’m to tell of those who’ve altered the direction of my life, like the love of Christ did. I will share each chapter as they evolve. The one of my pup shows God using him for the recent season I’ve been through; my valley of the shadow of death. The love of my pup was not in vain.
From this, I can somewhat understand how the disciples and friends of Jesus felt after His crucifixion. Hearing His words that He’d leave them one day taking them somewhat casually, only to awaking to the reality of his brutal treatment and death on the cross. I understand their wandering around aimlessly and gathering in out of the way places to regroup their thoughts about what their next steps should be. Maybe even asking themselves, what do I do now.
I’m sure they remembered all the things they took for granted like the conversations of Jesus and His very presence; never imagining Him not with them. But after His death, savoring every minute they looked in His eyes, heard his voice or felt his touch.
After His resurrection, Jesus came to encourage and comfort them and to prove He had risen. They too played an important part. Their part was to share the greatest love story ever told, the Gospel of Christ. This purpose became their life long work.
If you’re struggling to find your way or searching for what to do with your life after a great lost, look to Jesus. I guarantee He’ll supply what you need for your season, just as my pup was for me. He knows what we should do next, for He orders our steps. Then Tell your story as I’ve shared mine. Enjoy your journey. Thanks for letting me share my story with you.