Nov 28

Written by: glendajoy
11/28/2009 11:17 PM

My grocery buggy loaded with plastic sacks full of newly purchased items. As I rolled toward my car, I saw a woman holding a fluffy white dog with a red bow on its head. She was holding the dog in one arm as she unloaded her grocery bags into the back of her SUV.   (I thought to myself that it would have been so much easier for her to do that job if she had not been holding a dog in one of her arms.)

As I passed her, I commented to her that her dog looked very content and happy. She told me that it was actually a stray that came to their house. It was inconceivable to her that someone would abandon this dog- obviously an expensive breed- and so she spent a lot of time making flyers to find the owners. She advertised hoping to find what must have been the owners grieving the loss of such a beautiful pet.

After a period of time, not being successful locating them, she gave up and decided to take the dog in and treat her as her own.

It was obvious by the way she was holding the dog close to her, that she loved this dog very much- in my estimation probably more than anyone else that could have found her- and very likely more than the original owners.

She spent some time in our conversation telling me how spoiled the dog had become by all the love and attention she showered on it. After our conversation ended, I saw her wheeling her buggy back to the cart holder across the parking lot, and you guessed it, with her treasure still in tow. As I watched her, I imagined that the little happy dog probably spent very little time standing on her own legs, but was carried around most everywhere she went- not because her legs didn't work- but because of the great love the woman had in her heart for her. 

I got into my car, and before I started my ignition, I saw her SUV pulling out of the parking lot. When I backed out and begin driving out of the lot, I found myself driving behind her SUV.

And, there with both paws propped up on the base of a rolled down window on the driver’s side, was that fluffy little dog sitting in her owner's lap with her head out the window, ears flying in the wind. Even as they drove away, I found my heart strangely warmed at the thought that a little lost dog had found such a good home.  I love happy endings to underdog (no pun intended) stories.

And then, it dawned on me. That sweet little dog and I shared some life events in common. I, too, was once lost, roaming aimlessly looking for someone to love me, and desperately hoping for a different life. Like the dog, Someone very kind found me. Unlike the dog, the One who found me didn’t advertise to find the previous owner. He knew who it was, and knew I was much better off being freed from the bondage and unhappiness of the care I had received.

And just like the dog, from the moment I was found, my life completely changed. I was adopted by Someone who cleaned me up, and has showered me with love every day since then. I, too, have also known the joy of being carried close to His heart. My life has changed radically because of His love and care.

Happy dog. Happy me. I once was lost, but now I am found…

Copyright ©2009 glenda clark

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