Guardian Angels
Lady was a big, black, beautiful German Shepherd mix. Susan got her for “free.” You know what that means don’t you? The owner says: “If you pay for the shots, feed her, build her a house, repair the yard she destroys and mend the fence she breaks, I’ll not charge you to take her off my hands.” Free—that word should not be allowed about an animal.
She was our first family dog; we all loved her. She was less than a year old, Jamie was entering Kindergarten … I suppose they were about the same age in “dog years.”
Lady had a terrible habit of digging in the back yard or crawling under the fence to run in the cornfield across the road from our house. Eventually, we bought a “doggie” fence that zzzzzzzzzzzzaped her when she tried to escape.
One sunny afternoon I got a call from Susan. “Jim, the lady got out and Jamie went chasing after her … I don’t know where they are.”
I know it made perfect sense to Jamie to chase after the dog. After all, he was SIX years old! A big boy like him can take care of just about everything; he can tie his own shoes, pour his own catsup, and can certainly cross four-lane roads safely, right?
I did two things immediately. First, I began to pray that God would watch over him. Second, I got in the car and went looking for him.
Thirty minutes later, we found them a half a mile and several busy streets from the house. Do I believe in guardian angels? I do, especially when I look into Jamie’s big brown eyes.
Wilson, Jim L. Fresh Start Devotionals. Fresno, CA: Willow City Press, 2009. Print.
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