This past week has been a tough one for my family…especially the four legged members.
Anyway, apparently Shadow and Gabriel have both seen moves before…and been hurt by them. Ever since we started packing things in boxes, they have both seemed concerned.
When they came out of Rachel’s room into a nearly empty house on Tuesday, then saw their “humans” sleeping on air mattresses that night they knew something was not right.
Wednesday we drove to Searcy and they didn’t know what to think about the new house. When the girls left to go to their apartment and Shadow stayed with us, well, let’s just say he didn’t want to go to sleep Wednesday night (despite knowing he is not allowed on our bed, he jumped up and plopped right in the middle of it! We finally got him into his kennel, though.)
But it started getting “real” for Shadow and Gabriel last Sunday. On Sunday Monica took Princeton to a lady who had already found him a new home in Kansas – the state, not Oklahoma community (our landlord was gracious enough to allow Shadow to come with us, despite a “no pets” policy he’d had in the past…we felt we’d be pushing it to ask to keep Princeton).
Sunday afternoon, when we packed up Princeton’s kennel, toys, food, etc and Monica and Rachel took only him for a car ride…they knew something was up. I guess that might have been how they ended up in shelters before coming to live with us.
I had to copy they DVD’s of last Sunday’s service, and when we got into our van to head to the church building, Gabriel was running all around, whimpering, and seemed very worried (I don’t know if he thought we were going to drop him off somewhere or if he was concerned about Princeton…his “big, little brother”).
I want to think it was the later. He knew that a member of our family was going somewhere that we would never see him again…and he was concerned.
After taking the DVD’s to Charlie, we had to go to Walgreens to get a prescription and Walgreens gives puppies who come with their humans a treat. Once Gabriel had a treat, it seemed he forgot all about what was concerning him before and he was “back to normal.”
How often are we like that? We see a “brother” (or “sister”) in Christ headed down a road that we know ends with us never seeing them again. For a little bit, we act concerned, but then we find a “treat” and get distracted and never really give that brother or sister much thought at all.
Luke 15 contains three parables that show how much each one of us means to Jesus…even those who have left and we think we’ll never see them again. Jesus cares enough to go out and search for the lost (including the wayward Christian).