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.
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