It’s been a week of peaks and valleys, and it’s only Thursday. We closed our VBS service last night on a high note, and then I returned home to find out my beloved Bertie is missing. Bertie showed up on our doorstep three years ago, flea infested, and severely malnourished. I posted flyers in our community, but no one claimed him. After an expensive treatment by the Veterinarian and weeks of tender care, Bertie turned into a beautiful little fur ball.
Last August, my husband was working the garden, and Bertie wandered to a neighbor’s house about a mile down the road. That was the first place I visited last night. They hadn’t seen the little rascal, but they were kind enough to call other neighbors and travel down our road on their four-wheeler. I am thankful for good neighbors.
I’ve posted a notice on Facebook, and we are distributing flyers. That’s all I can do. As I was trying to go to sleep last night, I remembered my closing comments to the children at VBS. I reminded them that sometimes our lives get chaotic, and we face challenges, but we have to trust Jesus with everything, no matter what.
So now it’s time to “walk the talk.” I’m going to trust Jesus with Bertie. I’ve asked God to watch over my little dog. It’s a mystery to me, but not to Him. If someone took Bertie, I pray that the Lord will convict their heart to return him. If Bertie has wandered off, I pray that he will find his way home. Maybe there’s someone who needs Bertie more than I. If something terrible happened to him, I believe that all dogs go to heaven.
I wonder if this is how God feels, bruised and hurting, when we wander from the fold. I’m sorry for the times I’ve let Him down. I’m thankful that God sent his Son, Jesus, to save me from my sins. I trust Jesus with everything, and I hope you do too.
