Meet our son Blu. Well actually he's our 7 year old, 60lb Pitbull who thinks that he's a little boy. Every time November 21st rolls around his birthday we contemplate telling him that he's not human but, ultimately decide against it. We don’t think he would take the news very well. Boy or canine Blu is loved more than he could ever imagine. But, it didn't start out that way.
My husband called and said that he was going to pick up Bayley from school so considerate. My schedule was overloaded like a suitcase packed an hour before a red eye flight. I had no idea this good deed was actually a setup. Frank and his 8 year old co-conspirator were about to completely traumatize me.
When they finally came home after dark side eye. Frank burst in the door with a dog crate, food and a myriad of other things confused side eye. Then Bayley came in with a black and white creature that had one brown eye and one bright blue eye. Enthusiastically she held him out to me saying "Look what we got Mommy. His name is Blu, Here hold him." crazy wide eyed mama
Now I would like to say that my sanctified self said, "Praise God, we get the opportunity to care for one of God's wonderful creations." But, since I know that lying makes me a prime candidate for hell you can read it for yourself - Revelations 21:8
"Get that mutant dog away from me!" were my exact words as I walked away. Now if you're wondering if I'm Cruella Deville’s long lost sister, I am not. But I was a worn out wife, Pastor's wife, Mom, business owner and daughter who had been traipsing up and down I-75 from Building A to C at Emory meeting with my parents' oncologists.
That night I could tell that Blu wanted my affection. But, I was conducting a serious “no pet protest“ and being sweet to him was not a part of the plan. I went to bed only to be awakened by high pitched nonstop yapping and wimpering sleepy eyed mama.
The next day it was just the two of us. He was so little. I had to pick him up to help navigate the stairs. It was cold outside, so I held him close. Somewhere in the midst of going to the potty countless times, we developed a bond. And then I knew that God was teaching me something I didn’t even realize I needed to learn.
There’s more room - I just knew that I couldn’t add anything or anyone else to my plate. Do you ever feel that way? It was already overflowing. And, I was positive that my reasons for not wanting a dog were more than valid...until I allowed myself to see things differently. Blu was a little eight week old puppy separated from his Mama in a strange place. He was the runt of a large litter and now he didn't even know where any of his brothers and sisters were. Whew! that grabbed me
He needed to feel loved not abandoned...accepted not forsaken. He needed all the things God so generously provides for me every day. - Lamentations 3:22-23
I had the capacity to care for Blu and God knew it. I had room to love more.
Blessings are often disguised
Blu’s unexpected arrival could be accurately described as an inconvenience. It stretched me and completely rearranged my schedule. But at the same time, he made Bayley’s face light up when she came home from her new school.
And I’ll admit that watching him scamper around with his toys was the cutest thing. I was rejecting what God was using to bless me. What I thought I didn’t want or need brought loads of happiness to our home. He came at the right time.
Loving Blu made our family complete and honestly I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Are you rejecting what God is using to mature, push or bless you? Ask God to give you his perspective. You might find that you are missing out on something really precious.
Your Sister Friend,