Yesterday I was expecting a phone call from Renee Swope with Proverbs 31. We’d been trying to hook up for a couple of weeks, and she was supposed to try me again on Friday. Fortunately, our boss let us off work at about 2pm ET, and I thought PERFECT, that will allow me to speak with Renee at home, instead of having to do it at work. At least I thought it would be perfect. Instead I was SOOO distracted that I’m not sure I even formed a sensible sentence. Here’s what happened…
For the last couple of months our dog (golden retriever) has been sick. Her kidneys have been failing; we think she ate some of the dog food that had been recalled. Anyway, when I came home from work she was acting REALLY weird. As soon as I got on the phone with Renee, she started vomiting! I thought, “oh great…” I knew I could not get her outside, because I had already tried to get her to go out and she would NOT go.
She ended up throwing up not once, not twice, but THREE times while I was speaking with Renee…so I was grossing out over that, and thinking “what do I do with her? (the dog)” Then, this storm blew in, and our weather radio went off with A LOT of consecutive VERY LOUD beeps followed by a message. This is a new radio, we’ve never had one before, so I was distracted by that and thinking, “do I need to be listening to what it’s saying?” THEN as if all of that wasn’t enough…the TORNADO sirens started going off!! YIKES!!
Not long after that, we were disconnected due to the fact that our phones went out! After we got disconnected, I immediately looked up to the Heavens and said somewhat sarcastically, “thanks God, that was great…thanks for working the timing of all that out so well so that I could freely speak with Renee!!”
That was the funny part, here’s the sad part. Right after we were disconnected, I walked over to our dog who had jumped up on our couch, she was lying down, and we NEVER let her on the furniture so I said, “Sophie, you need to get off of the furniture.” And she did not move. So I stroked her head, knowing obviously that she was sick, and said again, “Sophie, please get off of the furniture.” She still did not budge.
So I walked into the kitchen to get the Resolve to clean the mess up. As I walked into the kitchen, I heard her jump down off of the couch and she laid down on the floor. By the time I had picked up the Resolve and walked back into the living room her legs were moving frantically and she was gasping. I thought “oh my gosh she's dying!” So I said, “Lord, please let her go quickly and peacefully.” By the time the last word got out of my mouth she was gone. Praise God. And after griping at God for allowing my phone conversation to be cut off, I was now thanking Him that I was able to pet her head one more time, and speak to her before she died!
The other thing that amazed me was her final act of obedience…the dog was dying, and yet she obeyed me, and got off of the sofa and onto the floor! Will I be that obedient to my Master? Right up to the very time of death?! I hope so.
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