That He Created Dogs!!
By Martha L Shaw © 2016 – A WORK IN MIXED MEDIA
By Martha L Shaw © 2016 – A WORK IN MIXED MEDIA
When you love somebody, tell them! Sometimes words DO matter! What you or I believe to be obvious is seldom the same thing! Life is unpredictable – tell ’em today!
(If you were wondering, Beany and I speak the same languages! He loves me!)
We all have days when we go about life on “auto-pilot.” Challenges of all sorts seem, on those days, to be too heavy and rather than resolve them, we set them aside and behave responsibly.
Our mind knows that the economy will get better, that we can exercise a bit more and fit into those jeans, that if we bake another cake and nobody slams the door it’ll rise just fine . . . Our emotions do sometimes get the best of us, though, don’t they? This doesn’t happen all the time, but we all know that it DOES happen. Our hope gets lost in a sea of “gotta go” and “gotta do” and sometimes we spin out of control for a time.
Not long ago, on one of “those” days I did rush about doing all the sensible things. I didn’t stop to think because that can get me in trouble on those sorts of days.
Finally, in the darkness of mid-evening, I finally got home. I pulled into the driveway wishing I’d left the outdoor lights on, but knowing I’d been out and about all day . . . and I sat a moment trying to motivate myself to lug in my groceries, have a drink, and turn in for the night. Willing myself not to stop and “think.” I opened the door to my car and life came bouncing into my lap. Scared the heck out of me, too, at first but I quickly recovered and began to laugh. I realized a small dog whom I had never met somehow mistook me for his “mama” and had jumped into my car and begun to shower me with kisses.
That was a while ago and he and I have never met since. Was it a puppy angel sent from above? Was it a lost pup from the next block? I don’t know and may never be certain, but one thing is for sure. Sometimes HOPE has long furry ears, an eager and sloppy wet tongue, and a rapidly wagging tail!!
I have heard the words “just a dumb animal” said so many times over the years and suddenly I find myself wondering . . .
This latest round of pondering comes from a dream I had last night. Initially I called it a nightmare, but I am having second thoughts. You see, I dreamed a giant gecko got into my house and was after me. Now, I must say this Yankee girl isn’t all that used to geckos and being a southern girl now, I am realizing I must learn. I really thought the dream was real. The silly beasts do get into my house and it seems at certain seasons I cannot open the door without one seeming eager to jump at me.
This reminded me of a friend who fears dogs. It seemed to her that they were always trying to attack her. True I did see a bad gash on her leg. She was a kind and gentle girl, so why would a puppy which seemed the ideal pet do this?
I knew someone who wanted to learn to ride a horse. She got on and was so scared. It seemed clear to her that he was out to get her. Hmmmm? Surely the teacher chose a gentle beast? What exactly did the horse do? She didn’t get thrown.
So, I find myself noticing a pattern here . . . none of us in this story were ever harmed by a dog, gecko, or horse. If the truth be told, my only interaction involved me running from a frightened gecko much smaller than I. My dog fearing friend hurt her leg tripping over a lawn chair running from a puppy sitting at her feet wanting to play, and my inexperienced horse back riding friend was just being gently acknowledged by the horse she was to ride.
Seems to me the animals were smarter than the three humans, and more compassionate. They were just making friends . . .
King James Version (KJV)
45Then shall he answer them, saying, Verily I say unto you, Inasmuch as ye did it not to one of the least of these, ye did it not to me.
If you love God or love puppies or both – you must check this out!
‘Danielle keeps repeating it over and over again. We’ve been back to this animal shelter at least five times. It has been weeks now since we started all of this,’ the Mother told the Volunteer.
‘What is it she keeps asking for?’ the Volunteer asked.
Puppy size!’ replied the Mother
‘Well, we have plenty of puppies, if that’s what she’s looking for.’
I know…we have seen most of them,’ the Mom said in frustration…
Just then Danielle came walking into the office
‘Well, did you find one?’ asked her Mom. ‘No, not this time,’
Danielle said with sadness in her voice. ‘Can we come back on the weekend?’
‘Can we come back on the weekend?’ The two Women looked at each other, shook their heads and laughed
‘You never know when we will get more dogs. Unfortunately, there’s
always a supply,’ the Volunteer said.
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As I sit here at the keyboard and as I was just about to click “enter” and pop to one site or another in this cyber world, I was interrupted by darkness, then rain, and now thunder . . . got me to thinking about interruptions which we sometimes mistake as a curse when they are really blessings . . .
The neighbors have dogs which do not like this noisy weather and don’t understand it much . . . so I know right now, there are adults sitting in comfy chairs in living rooms with dogs in their laps . . . the dogs shaking in fear until the human speaks in soft tones. I know they likely had other things to do, but somehow the image of a stormy day and providing comfort to a creature that only knows how to love us seems a blessing to me . . .
A friend from church has a small boy. He’s just a year old and just started to walk. It excites her to see this and also reminds her that he’s growing up so fast . . . there was a message a little while back, not so long ago, of a day when he was extra clingy. She spent a great deal of time that day just cuddling him . . . she had so much else to do that day, and yet I know what she spent her time doing blessed her . . .
There was a little girl in my life some years back . . . we were taking a walk. It was a walk with a purpose. It was hot and we didn’t have a car that day and we needed to get to the store. She stopped. I prodded her to “come along now” and turned to see that she’d stopped to poke at some weeds. I was about to tell her to leave that mess alone when she turned to me with love in her eyes and said “flowers for you Aunt Martha.” I had those treasured “flowers” in my room for a long time after they’d gone limp and then dry . . . I now carry the memory . . . and it blesses me still.
It is positively pouring out just now. I remember a time I was heading from the subway to a college I wanted to attend. I was required to be interviewed before I could be officially accepted. I didn’t listen to the forecast that day and thus as I rushed up the street just two blocks from the school and the registrar’s office, I got soaked by a sudden rain and realized I had no umbrella. I was shocked, felt stupid, and was sure the interview would go badly, but then I realized that I was beyond the point of doing anything to change my circumstance and started to laugh! The rain stopped as I headed into a public restroom and dried my hair using the hand blower. I was distracted by all that and forgot to be uneasy over my interview. I got accepted probably because the rain made me forget to be afraid I’d fail.
So, rain on! I didn’t really want to go out and run errands. They can wait. I shall curl up in my recliner with a good book. We have enough bread and milk to wait another day or two.
Life is full of unexpected blessings! Embrace them!