Travis was rescued from death. Literally. Estimated to be about 7 months old when he was found at a construction site, Travis was so sick they didn’t think he would survive the night. He had hookworms that had drained most of his lifeblood from him. He had an injury to his left eye that left a cloudy ulceration. He couldn’t lift his head. He received transfusions for 3 days. For weeks, he wouldn’t even open his injured eye. He was kept in isolation since he was weak and couldn’t see very well. He was given food and water, vitamins, eye-drops, worming medication. He began to recover. He willingly took his vitamins and sat very still for his eye-drops. Given any opportunity to snuggle up to his rescuer, he did. He craved attention.
I first saw his picture on the PUPS website. I was hooked. I talked to his caregiver and got the information she had: his estimated age, his size and temperament with other dogs, and his house training. I found out that Travis would be neutered on Tuesday and available for adoption the following Saturday. I was at the Petsmart that Saturday to meet him as soon as they were setup. And I took Travis home with me that day.
Travis is now called Beauregard (Beau for short). It didn’t take him long to make himself at home with our other fur-babies. His eye is healed and after a few visits with the vet, he’s up to date on all of his shots and worm free. He has a tag with his name and my phone number on it as well as a microchip, so he cannot be lost. He is a little ball of energy. He rolls and plays with the other dogs. Every morning, after his potty break outside, he comes back to my room to find me. I can hear his tags tinkling together as he runs down the hall and comes and lays at my feet. When I call his name, he rolls over and wiggles in anticipation of the belly rub he’s about to receive. I pick him up and cuddle him and get my morning kisses and then he’s off to breakfast.
Beau reminds me how I should react to time with my Father. I was saved from death by the blood of my Savior. He has taken care of me and prepared me for life in this harsh world. It is through God’s loving care that I have survived the grievous events in my life. I allow the world to suck the very life out of me. I struggle to see where I am headed. But, I don’t always go to my loving Father with excitement, anticipating His loving attention. Many times, I’m distracted by other “things” in my life. I don’t have time or I’m sure I can handle this one myself. I forget to spend time with Him.
But, He comes to my rescue, time and time again. And I remember His tenderness and His love. My name is engraved in His book of life. I will never be out of His sight. I realize that it is time with my Heavenly Father that I crave. I spend time in His word. I pray and listen for His guidance. And, yes, I beg, plead, cry and complain about all that is “unfair” with my life. He’s always there to correct me when I’m wrong, to provide for my every need and to always love me.
It took a squirmy, cuddly rescued puppy to remind me that I just have to go to God. He’s waiting with every thing I can need or imagine.
I’m thanking you, God, from a full heart,
I’m writing the book on your wonders.
I’m whistling, laughing, and jumping for joy;
I’m singing your song, High God.
Psalm 9:1-2 MSG