Seems life is challenging in ways I don't expect. Last night was peaceful, everyone was feeling cheerful, and unexpectedly our dog, Romeo, began having a really strange episode---not sure what to call it. He got up suddenly in the living room and began trembling and his back legs were weak. He couldn't put weight on them, and obviously he was panicked about it. All sorts of things went through our minds, including a possible seizure. Woodboy and second son, who was home for a late dinner after work, took him into the kitchen, shut the door from everyone and my husband just put his arms around Romeo. And they prayed.
Gradually Romeo calmed down, came back to himself, and appeared fine. Slept okay, though we kept him shut up in the kitchen off of our bedroom. By the time we all got into bed it was nearing 2am. I think we got to sleep at around 3.
I prayed that whatever decision my husband made this morning in regards to the vet, etc., would be the one most pleasing to the Lord. He said we'd just watch Romeo this weekend, and if he had another attack, we'd take him in on Monday. And he shared the most wonderful thing. He said as he held Romeo, he was praying to himself. Hard. Our son was too. And while this situation lasted several minutes, he said that as soon as he stopped praying, the instant, Romeo stopped trembling and was fine. That moment. He said he had the overwhelming feeling of amazement that the Lord was there in the room, listening to him and healing Romeo. Do we ever really come to realize how totally wild it is that the God of Eternity bends down and listens to us? Isn't that so wonderful? Should make us shiver.
He wants us in His face All The Time. And to trust Him for all of it. Even an overly-aggressive, high testosterone dog like Romeo. (That beggar is getting fixed after Christmas, let me tell you. Might help his personality, which would be a good thing.)
Today's been fine. We're sort of shell-shocked, but Romeo appears to be recovered as well. Lots of hugs. And remember, we lost our dog, Opal, just about a month or so ago. Stress much? We really don't need more, but I do love the story my husband told. To feel God right beside you is truly awesome. Why would you want less?
Gradually Romeo calmed down, came back to himself, and appeared fine. Slept okay, though we kept him shut up in the kitchen off of our bedroom. By the time we all got into bed it was nearing 2am. I think we got to sleep at around 3.
I prayed that whatever decision my husband made this morning in regards to the vet, etc., would be the one most pleasing to the Lord. He said we'd just watch Romeo this weekend, and if he had another attack, we'd take him in on Monday. And he shared the most wonderful thing. He said as he held Romeo, he was praying to himself. Hard. Our son was too. And while this situation lasted several minutes, he said that as soon as he stopped praying, the instant, Romeo stopped trembling and was fine. That moment. He said he had the overwhelming feeling of amazement that the Lord was there in the room, listening to him and healing Romeo. Do we ever really come to realize how totally wild it is that the God of Eternity bends down and listens to us? Isn't that so wonderful? Should make us shiver.
He wants us in His face All The Time. And to trust Him for all of it. Even an overly-aggressive, high testosterone dog like Romeo. (That beggar is getting fixed after Christmas, let me tell you. Might help his personality, which would be a good thing.)
Today's been fine. We're sort of shell-shocked, but Romeo appears to be recovered as well. Lots of hugs. And remember, we lost our dog, Opal, just about a month or so ago. Stress much? We really don't need more, but I do love the story my husband told. To feel God right beside you is truly awesome. Why would you want less?