“I think you got the pick of the litter,” the veterinary technician told me (for the second time).
“Thanks,” I said, shoving my fingers in Charlie’s mouth to remove a wad of extraneous cat fur he had found in the corner.
“His energy really suits your family.”
I bent down to grab Charlie, as he had darted under my chair, and was eagerly mining for treasure along the baseboards.
I didn’t know what to say.
The puppy is a typical puppy: hyper at times, hungry all the time, occasionally bitey, and he nearly chokes himself to death coming home from walks.
But still…I think she meant it as a compliment.
I uttered something about how we approached this puppy venture: we didn’t rush into anything; we found a good breeder; and made certain the pup’s temperament was suitable; but each of those things sounded hollow, so I found myself ending my rambling proclamation with the fuzzy phrase, “It was meant to be.”
She smiled and nodded her head, “Yes,” she agreed, “It was meant to be.”
What I didn’t describe was all the prayer that went into this. I mean, how exactly do you tell someone you bother God with requests for puppies? It just sounds weird. Isn’t God too important to worry about whether I find a docile dog?
But I did pray.
I prayed that if God wanted us to have a dog, He would illuminate our path and allow us to find a pup that would be a blessing to our family and also a joy to others.
I had very little to do with the entire process except follow the trail and eventually dish up a few euro.
There is no way I could have orchestrated all this:
- The breeder was reputable and wasn’t too far away
- They currently had a litter of chocolate labs
- They had a submissive (or “feminine”) boy
- He would be ready to come home ON the very day of my wedding anniversary
- His personality is perfect
This is not to say that if you pray for a Maserati or a mansion you’ll get one. God is not ebay.
But if you know God, and He knows you, then you can approach Him with any little thing in your life.
He’s not bothered by it, in fact, He welcomes it. I have a relationship with God, which means we chat. And when I need advice, I go to Him. And when I think a puppy is a good idea, I ask Him to show me if it is or not.
In this case, Charlie was meant to be part of this crazy journey of ours.
So the next time someone praises the puppy, I’m just going to tell them–it wasn’t about finding the right breeder or doing research or being selective (though those things are important)–it was about stopping to ask directions, and perhaps most importantly, following them.
Because God doesn’t merely plan the route, He created the map.