A few nights ago my daughter parked her car in a bay next to the park where she plays soccer. She opened the door and a small gray dog jumped into her vehicle.
She noticed that its two front paws had blood all over them, and they were still bleeding.
She felt torn because her game was about to start and her team needed her that night. She picked up the dog and asked a lady in a yard nearby if she had seen the dog before. The woman replied that she had seen it running around the bay before.
So my daughter placed the dog back on the street in hopes that the owner would find it.
Since our dog Sugar had just passed two weeks ago, I wondered if this was a sign from God that this dog was to be ours, as it didn’t have a collar.
First thing in the morning armed with a blanket I drove to the park to find this dog, rescue it, take it to a clinic to fix it up and then bring it home.
Thinking of this dog alone, lost, wounded and in pain made me cry. I prayed for this dog, cried until tears rolled down my face. I kept praying that my timing would be perfect and that this dog would still be lying around in the park.
I was going to find this dog, rescue it, get its wounds bound up and carry it home in my arms to rest and heal.
But when I arrived at the bay, I couldn’t find the dog anywhere. Then I saw a man walking with his Labrador through the nearby park, so I approached him asking if he had seen that little gray dog.
At first, he hesitated saying he couldn’t recall seeing one. But then his face lit up, and he told me that there was little gray dog that always escaped from its yard, and he pointed to a house across the park. I was grateful for this answer and hoped that the dog had simply returned home in the same way he escaped.
Driving home I felt some peace because I had tried to find and rescue this dog, but the emotions, tears and determination to find this dog struck me. Was I just reacting emotionally to the recent loss of our beloved pet of 14 years?
Or maybe there was more to this incident, because the Bible says that at times God speaks to us through our experiences with animals:
As I looked back at the deep emotions I went through, I received a glimpse of the passion, pain, desire, tears and relentless searching that Jesus has when He sees a lost soul:
I desperately wanted to find that dog, bring it home and celebrate with my family, There would have been much joy and gladness! But, I did not and understood the sadness and grief when a soul stays lost and cannot be found or will not be found.
How much more is the heart of God for the lost people around you?