"Mom! He
followed me home. Can I keep him?"
I don't know how
many parents have heard that line but I am guessing they are legion. Mine was a
rather large golden brown dog I roped on my way home from school shortly after
I started First Grade.
"Can I Mom?
I'll take care of him, I promise. Can I call him Bullet?"
Roy Rodgers vied
with Superman for my #1 Hero at that time and I could think of nothing more
fulfilling than to have my very own Bullet. Mom immediately began calling to
see if anyone was missing a dog while I prayed (yes, prayed) she would come up
empty handed. Either my prayers worked or the owners were too relieved to be
rid of him as we soon had a new addition to our family.
Bullet lived in
the unfinished basement to our house which also had open holes where the
windows should have been. Dad said I shouldn't worry about Bullet running away
at night, but, now that I think about it he was planning a strategy for careful
removal.
One day I found a
new toy in my back yard - did Santa work on days other than Christmas? A couple
days later my secret Santa left yet another toy. I thought this was really cool
until a couple days later when a rather angry parent knocked on our door to
tell my Mom I was stealing toys from his yard. How? Seems I had trained my dog
to steal them for me.
Turns out Bullet
was my secret Santa. Needless to say Bullet was sent to a farm for the good of
the preacher's character in town and I learned there was no such thing as mid
year Santa's.
Not everything we
want is for our good. We have parents to teach us that lesson while we are
young. We have God's Spirit to reinforce that lesson as we get older. My prayer
has become, "God please give me what I need so I can help others have what
they need."
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