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Holding On

I love to go for walks with my dogs, Annie and Maggie. They enjoy bounding through the woods in search of various smells. Their favorite thing is to chase birds and squirrels. One such day, they were digging around an old, rotting log in pursuit of a squirrel. Maggie jerked her head out of a hole with the animal in her mouth and quickly tossed it into the air. Annie was close by and jumped to catch it.

She was successful in grabbing it except she had the wrong end. With the squirrel’s hind end between her teeth the squirrel could turn to bite Annie in the face. Annie shook her head violently and the squirrel held tight. Neither would let go. Annie banged the squirrel against the ground and pushed it over the rocks. Finally, Annie won the battle and wears the scar to prove it.

The battle with the killer squirrel may have been humorous but it did remind me of how I sometimes hold on to things I should let go of. It is easy to grit my teeth and stay angry at someone who has hurt me. The longer I fight against forgiveness, the bigger scar that is left on my heart. The scar can only heal when I let go and begin to forgive.

What are you holding onto that may be keeping a wound from healing?

Lost Annie

“Seek and you will find.” I always thought that part of Matthew 7:7 referred to deep, spiritual truths. But Jesus cares about our everyday concerns and recently showed me how this verse applied to me.

One evening, a dog I was caring for touched the electric fence beyond the front yard. Her yipping pierced the air as she ran to hide. I found her and petted her soft head until she stopped shaking. I tried consoling her with dinner when I noticed that my dog, Annie was missing. The howling must have scared her. I called her name and looked in her usual hiking places. She had never run off and I grew more concerned as darkness set in.

The next morning, my husband, Jon, set out early to look for her at the neighbors and across the river at the park. No Annie.

I went to Sunday school. My thoughts were on Annie’s whereabouts. I needed to look for her, so I left before church was over and drove down the main street of our community. I asked God to show me where to look. I saw a yard sale sign, which was unusual for a Sunday. I stopped in front of the driveway lined with miscellaneous items. “Have you seen a lost dog?” I asked. My hopes built when they said a lady just left with one and pointed toward the end of the street. I quickly drove there and was reunited with my loving Annie.

Annie must have followed the car down the driveway when Jon went to the other farm shortly after the howling incident. This woman and her kids were playing in the river and Annie joined them. They took her home for the night and had just returned to Waterloo to look for her owner. If I had waited until the end of church to look, I would have missed our meeting. But I think my Guide knew that.

Have you ever lost something and asked God to help you find it? How did He show it to you?