As many of you know, I am not an animal lover by any stretch of the imagination. We have a dog at our house, whom I am not very fond of. She is really D's dog, and he loves her dearly. D seems to get the short end of the stick in many areas because boys are a minority at our house. The dog is truly his, and he takes pretty good care of her. See pees on my grass, digs in my garden, climbs on top of our cars, jumps up on you, and runs away. A few weeks ago, on a very busy day, I received a call from the pound. She had run away yet again, and was found in town roaming the streets. Because I know D loves her, we went and got her and brought her home, with instructions to not let her free. She was to be on a leash or tied up all the time. Which worked well until K let her go yesterday. Of course she ran away, and the kids hollered, and drove around looking for her for a long time. D was very sad, and I really didn't think she would come home. Really, who would if you were tied up all the time.
This morning I kept telling D to eat breakfast, several times, I told him, and was getting a little irritated that he was going to make us late. He finally said, I am fasting! Well, feeling rather foolish for bothering him, I said a quick prayer to please bring Mia home and answer a boy's humble prayer. Needless to say, Mia did come home.
What I have learned is that:
1. I need more faith
2. Fasting and prayer really works
3. Heavenly Father really knows each of us on an individual level, and he knows what is important to us
4. He provides us with experiences that strengthen us
Call it coincidence if you want, but I know, that the faith of an eleven year old boy brought the one thing home that he cares about.
1. Tender mercies
2. Faith of a child