You can’t always get what you want / But if you try sometimes well you might find you get what
This is a magical tale and all true…..
The young man and I were on a trip to sunny Florida, headed down to serve. I had had it in my spirit to pray a dog would drop into our laps, mainly as that’s about the only way we could bring a dog back to the family as the hubby and father of this family had shut the door on any more dogs.
Sonny boy, aka the young man, had pined for a puppy for 5 long years, after the passing of our sweet Skippy when he was about 8 (young man). Pined, prayed, waited – patiently and impatiently – believing, I think, in the impossible as Daddy-O kept saying no way, no how.
Never say never has become a philosophy of mine. I truly believe in a God who delights, many times, in doing the impossible, as it seemed the dog situation at our house was.
As we headed home, dog-less still, the young man was looking at rescue dogs, pounds and all things dog online.
But there’s a big difference between dogs dropping in your lap and going and making it happen, and I really felt we’d have a better chance getting Dad’s blessing with a miracle dog.
And then Monday happened. We travel in a class B RV, Roadtrek by name, and had pulled over Sunday night while still in the FL panhandle. The only thing nearby, as this tired momma needed to sleep, was a WalMart, known for their friendliness to overnight stops. So stop we did. The next morning, we headed in to buy some supplies for the long trip home. There sat a Rainbow Family member, Little Breeze by name, with one dog on a leash and one dog on a string. As we asked after Little Breeze, he shared how he came about this string dog.
Let me say one thing – the young man had shared with me his dream dog – down to the age, breed and look – and I knew the moment Breeze shared about this dog that we had just met “The Dog” and the “dropped in our lap” requirements.
Sure enough, Breeze was willing to share, as he had only gotten the dog to save it from being taken to the pound. Even more willing, since we were Rainbow Family, leaving a gathering and heading home.
We hurried in to buy a leash, some food and a collar, young man all amazed at this turn of events. I cannot say I was overly surprised though, after all it had been in my heart. And I believe that God’s just good like that, caring about the dreams of 13 year old boys.
Pablo is now home. Nails trimmed, tics gone, and adjusting to a family after being abandoned for a bit. (That’s when Little Breeze came upon him.) Hubby has been gracious and even hooked up the dog run in our back yard that Skippy used to use. I’ve been taking daily walks with Pablo, which I never made a priority to do for myself, and I see how far this blessing was meant to extend.
Never say never. Never believe you know the way it’s got to be. Stay open to the miracle. Say yes to the gift. In the end I trust…
…We don’t always get what we want…but if we try sometime, we might just get what we need.
