The dog hunt
I bought a dog last week. I’ve never owned a dog before. I’ve never even wanted to own a dog before, but God has blessed me with one. About a year ago I realized the joy that a dog would bring to my daughter Kendra. She is a pure-bred animal lover, who, of course loves dogs above all the rest. How could I deny my daughter the joy of having her own dog?
The process of finding a dog took a few turns, such as looking into a puppy rescue place, putting a hold on a dog at a county shelter, (we eventually lost out on that one) and making a phone call to Nebraska to inquire about some puppies there. Finally we decided that a Golden Retriever puppy was the choice for us. I felt the need to have a dog that I would be able to enjoy, or at least tolerate. I felt this breed was the best for me.
On the phone with my wife last week I said “I found a dog, I think”. He was in a pet center 40 miles away, but I didn’t have time to go visit him that day. Time was short and I had to make a decision whether or not to put a hold on him by putting half the $$ down. I couldn’t actually get up there to see him for 2 days. I would be taking a chance on losing him if I didn’t put the money down. The kicker in the whole thing was that the deposit was non-refundable, so even if it ended up that he wasn’t going to be a good fit for us as a family, I would be out almost $300. My wife said “you make the decision, but whatever dog we get we have to make a commitment to anyway.” I think I wanted her to let me off the hook or make the decision for me, but she didn’t. I am glad she didn’t.
Wrestling with God
I turned to God for help.
Now you have to understand that when it comes to big decisions (Or even small ones for that matter) my natural inclination is to analyze, list out the pro’s and con’s, and do what seems “wise”. I would not be described as a person who flys off in reckless abandoned very often. I tend to do the prudent thing.
I took a walk and spent some time talking with God. The first thing he said to me was “don’t you have any faith in me?” Stepping out and trusting God in the cracks and crevices of my life is a constant stretching point for me. I guess I wasn’t too surprised by this message, but it was still an important reminder to me to stop trying to control the situation and edge God out of the equation.
The other thing God brought to mind was the statement my wife made to me, “We have to commit to whatever dog we get and we can do that here”. God was showing me that the decision to adopt this puppy wasn’t to be based so much on the make up of the dog (afterall, any puppy will require work and effort) but rather on my ability to commit to loving, training, and pouring myself into the dog. Was I ready to have a dog? God was saying, your attitude and make up is what will make the difference, not the dog’s.
The Blessing
My wife and I went to meet the puppy last Friday afternoon. It was an incredible few minutes. He was excited to see us, and he warmed up to us quickly. He wasn’t obnoxious or yipey at all, like I had concerns about him being. He was beautiful and well-tempered just as I had hoped. But it wasn’t his disposition that surprised me the most. It was my disposition that took me off guard. I found myself, hugging, petting, and even kissing this dog on the head, as I looked into his beautiful brown eyes. For someone who has never wanted a dog, and even been scared of dogs in the past, God had softened me to the point of being ready to pour my own heart into this beautiful Golden Puppy.
God honored the commitment I made to give myself to a puppy and have a little faith in him that he would lead me to the right dog.
I played with my dog this morning and took him for a short walk. In a little while I have to take him to the vet to get him checked out.
The blessings, I think, are just beginning.
Dave for Wellspring copyright © 2007





