This past Wednesday, I let the dogs out for their morning constitutional as usual. Shortly thereafter I heard Dakota, our Great Pyrenees, barking the "intruder alert" bark. I hightailed it out to yard for two reasons: I was concerned about what had alerted her, and it was early in the morning and I did not want her disturbing the neighbors. She was furiously barking into the window well of one of the basement windows.
I got that prickly feeling, thinking, could somebody possibly be in our basement? As I walked a bit closer, I realized that instead of looking into the house, she was actually looking at something in the window well. Fearing that it might be slithery, I slowly walked closer...
It was...a turtle. How it got there, I'll never know.
I have to say I was proud of Dakota. When you have 100 pounds of marshmallow-looking mutt, you wonder if she will come through and do her "real" job of protecting the family. Granted, it was only a turtle (tortoise, my kids are correcting me), but it was still an intruder, and she was letting me know it was there and that she was ready to take care of it. She had proved her care for us in the little things. I have no doubt she would care for us equally well in the big things.
Isn't God like that?
More times that I can count, God has stepped in, made His presence known, in the little things in my life. That made it so much easier to trust Him with the big things, and especially with the biggest thing I have had to date...Keith's death.
It's a matter of looking, though, to see that He was there.
I pray that I, and you, can always see Him at work in our lives!
Taste and see that the Lord is good; blessed is the man who takes refuge in Him. -- Psalm 34:8