I was walking Ruckus this morning, and all the sudden he came up lame. His right front paw was just hanging there as he limped along. So I took him inside where I could see his paw and there was a big splinter. I gingerly pulled on it, but it was stuck...I pulled harder, it stayed stuck, and my boy started whimpering.
I was taken back in memory to a time 30 some years ago. Was a beautiful spring day, and I had all my windows open with a wonderful cross-breeze. I heard a loud, ugly buzzing, looked over to my front window, and there was a huge bug caught outside between the screen and the sill. I got a wire and went over to try to push/pry it loose. Did not move, it was stuck. I tried harder, and it became apparent I was going to kill the bug trying to save it.
So, I said to it, "Sweetie, you have the same God I do, and you're going to have to trust it to free you because I can't." I turned and walked away. The loud, ugly buzzing became a soft whirring, I looked over my shoulder, and the bug was free, flying away. I have never forgotten that, and I thought of it when my boy whimpered.
So I said to him, "Ruckus, darlin', you've got the same God I do, and we're going to let him do his thing because I'm not helping." Just as I was putting Ruckus down, the splinter fell out into my hand.
As my friend Jackie says, "Is it odd, or is it God?" There are those who would say that I had loosened it, and it just fell out then. I say it was God, both times, and I love that I believe that.
Thank You.
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