The past seventy hours has been a bustle of busy-ness. The back door has been open and shut more times these hours than the last month of planting garden time. And the little girl that learned to jump up at the light switch is showing me much about God’s love.
“You did not choose me, but I chose you and appointed you that you should go and bear fruit and that your fruit should abide, so that whatever you ask the Father in my name, he may give it to you.”
— John 15:16 ESV
Being chosen is an emotionally charged moment. Whether for a playground activity or for a prom date the experience the feeling of exhilaration does not deny a hormone rush.
Being chosen by a puppy is happiness quotient at 100%. And that’s really important for the puppy’s next few weeks will be full of learning and teaching moments that dictates a mutual love. When we decided to take another chance at raising a dog to be my companion, the search for a doodle began. Much to our slight frustration was that the timing seemed to miss all the local doodles by a few weeks and most were gone.
Then this one or rather these two were yet available. I didn’t want black because darkness is hard to find at night, LOL. And I learned that chocolates tended to be large-they have always been more laid back and loved their food. And white was definitely out as we live in a snowy climate. The only color left was honey or gold.
We arrived at the farm where the family raised dogs late in the afternoon. The lady had given us an appointment time and brought the last two females out for a visit. The little girl that I thought I wanted ran off to a distraction while this sweet little thing sat pawing at my leg, arm and then climbed into my lap to kiss me. I had been chosen by a puppy!
On the last few miles out to the place, we talked about a name. Gavin says I chose “honey” so I only had to use one word so that he and the dog would be right by my side. Perhaps that is correct. However since our Furbie (shin tzu /terrier mix) we hadn’t had a dog that everyone loved. So I wanted a name that she could live up to-and Honey just seems to stick!
This morning after an early rise (she slept thru the night) it was amazing to see her jump up at the light switch. The first time I thought she jumped at the door, so we went for a short walk. When she repeated the behavior, I decided it was the light switch and so I turned it off. Happy for the sudden dimness, Honey crawled right into my lap for a nap. I took her cue and we went to lay down a bit longer.
God desires that all should come to repentance and receive His free gift of grace. He chooses us to live in His mercy. We are going to make a lot of mistakes as we live thus human existence, and He wants us to know through Jesus we can find forgiveness and hope. He chose me! He wants to chose you!
A little child that asks her parent for a puppy doesn’t always get the answer she wants. But God’s children that desire to be chosen find His answer to be YES!
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I really liked this entry, Yvonne! So happy that Honey chose you! She is already demonstrating in many ways how smart she is. May you have a long happy journey together. Love to you all.