When my son, Joshua, died on March 16, 2004, I discovered God cares about even the smallest matters.
Up until then, I’d always been told God did not have time nor cared about giving us little blessings. They either happened or not. God was not involved in these matters.
But I had been puzzled all along about what I’d been taught. Wouldn’t the God, who created such delights as flowers, waterfalls, and year-round green trees, also give us small joys?
After Joshua died, many kind people I’d never met before, touched my life. They either became long-time friends, or it was a moment in passing from a kind person. God knew I needed those folks to ease my burden of loss.
Fast forward to twelve and a half years later.
Feeling a tug on my heart, I prayed for a year that God would arrange for my husband and me to own the perfect puppy.
One week before we went to the city for monthly shopping, I found my husband’s thick-lined shirt in the trash. Full of holes, I noticed the back of the shirt was in perfect condition. Taking my scissors, I cut this piece off of the shirt and thought; this will make a perfect puppy blanket.
As I tucked the future blanket in my closet, my smile wobbled. Was I being too bold to expect a gift from God like a puppy?
I had no intentions of actively searching for a pup, for the pup would need to be a surprise to us.
The day we went into the city to run errands, we entered our local feed store. As I walked the main isle, an older couple about my age, was pushing a shopping cart. When they stopped, the lady reached in and touched something. As I drew closer, two large, tan puppies lay belly down on the bottom of the cart. My heart leaped.
They were both males, and the larger pup wagged his tail when I spoke. The lady began to explain. “I was to meet someone here who was going to pick out one of the puppies, but they’re not even answering my phone calls.”
My brows rose. “Are they for sale, and if so how much?”
She nodded. “Yes, one hundred dollars. And since the buyer is not here, and you are, one of them is available and I’m keeping the other.”
The puppies, Pyrenee Mastiff mix, took on the appearance of pure Mastiff. My husband was eager to pick the larger pup, because this pup wagged his tail every time I spoke. We agreed with the sellers to meet the next day to take home our puppy. That night, I hand stitched the sides of the puppy blanket so he could sleep on his very first night at his new home.
My husband named the puppy Sir Wallace.
Two months have passed, and we do not regret our sudden gift. Wallace, being a guardian dog, is our constant companion. He’s friendly, happy, and his training is going very well. Best of all, he’s devoted to us, as we are to him.
From the moment I prayed for a puppy, I had no doubt God would supply. If it was His perfect will.