Phil,
Maybe the dog is God's best friend too.
Carol what a wonderful story.
Praise Jesus holy name.
Virgie and Hoshi
----- Original Message -----
From: "Phil Scovell" <[log in to unmask]>
To: <[log in to unmask]>
Sent: Thursday, September 29, 2005 3:58 PM
Subject: God's Dog
>I remembered that Carol Pearson wrote this testimony and it is on my
> website.
>
>
> God's Dog
>
>
> By Carol Pearson
>
>
> A small, yet very significant, childhood memory came to me
> recently. It was not for the first time, because that memory has
> always been "special" to me, but on this occasion God showed me
> some deep and freeing truths as I recalled it and let Him explain
> it to me.
>
> Let me tell you about "Boy". He was one of the first dogs I
> remember having in our family and certainly the one with whom I
> was able to form a very special bond. He was my "special" friend
> who was always wanting to be cuddled and stroked and, very
> important to me, the friend who always listened as I talked to
> him about the things that bothered me and made me sad. He played
> ball with me tirelessly, always knowing how to indicate to me
> where he was putting the ball so that, even though I could not
> see it, I could find it. Nobody had known what to call him when
> he came to our home. I was away at boarding school at the time
> so my younger brother got to name him. He called him "Boy"
> because that was about the only word he could say at that time.
>
> One day, when I was about six years old and my brother was
> four, we were allowed for the first time to take a walk out from
> our family home together. Because I could not see, my younger
> brother had to take me. (He didn't always want to do this later,
> but at first he was willing enough.) We were not allowed to
> cross any roads where there could be moving vehicles but were
> shown by our Father how to walk round the block, taking right
> turns, until we arrived back at our home. We set out on what I
> think was our first walk, turned right out of our gateway and
> reached the bottom of our road where another right turn could be
> taken. Instead my brother took control of the situation and said
> we were not going that way but going straight back home. I
> understand now that he was frightened to be out without Dad, but
> I wanted to go all the way around the block. We began to argue
> and he was very authoritative for a small boy. In the end he
> turned back and I loosed his arm and refused to go with him. We
> both wanted to have our own way, but of course he had the final
> say. Off he went and I just sat down on the pavement right where
> I was. I realized I was alone and began to be afraid. At that
> point I was sure somebody, somehow, would know I was missing and
> would come to get me. Four or five minutes probably passed and
> then I heard the familiar sound of a dog's feet as he ran towards
> me. "Boy, Boy," I called, being so glad to know he was there.
> "Come here, take me home". Soon I was holding Boy's collar and
> off we went in the right direction for home. He turned quickly
> into the driveway and we walked through the opened double gates.
> I was home and safe!
>
> In this memory I was able to understand how my brother took
> control of my life at such an early age and how afraid and angry
> that made me feel. It was the key to how we had interacted
> together and, as I was able to confess my anger both in that
> incident and in subsequent ones with my brother and how I had
> often held on to that anger, so God was able to heal another
> place in my life. I gave to Him all the ground I had taken and I
> had so influenced my thinking and speaking in my reactions to my
> brother's control of me for about 48 years of my life.
> Hallelujah! I could now see my brother clearly as God sees him
> and have that compassion which allows me to forgive him, even as
> Jesus Christ has forgiven me!
>
> There was something else very wonderful for us to see from
> that incident. God, Who created all things, chose to use a dog
> (with or without an angel with him, I do not know) to bring me
> safely home. He had communicated with him; don't ask me how!
> When Boy left our home, first he had to get through those double
> locked gates which had no way over the top. (It is possible of
> course that my brother held them open just long enough for him to
> slip out, but he would have had to be quick because we knew fully
> well that we did not let the dog out of the gate.) Now, here's
> one interesting fact: When "Boy" did get out - as he would from
> time to time - the only thing that interested him was turning
> left (not right) out of the gateway and rushing straight to the
> butcher's shop to beg for, or to steal, an extra meal or two, or
> three! He had never been seen to turn right from the gateway,
> but on this occasion he so obviously did! This went totally
> against all the "doggie" instincts for getting food that I know
> about so well. Was this God's instruction, faithfully carried
> out by an animal? Well, I think so! Here is one further piece
> of information. "Boy" had to get me past a few lamp-posts on the
> way home. We moved very quickly but I never hit one of them!
>
> You might ask me, "Can God do this?" Yes, I believe God can and
> does do anything He chooses in any way that He chooses, so He
> does not always work with us in the way we think He might or
> should. He is God! Sovereign of the universe!
>
> Yes, our "God of miracles" did a very wonderful and unique
> thing on that day for one of His children who now knows that He
> does so many wonderful things for her, many of which are "unique"
> to me because He knows me so well and understands just what I
> need! May He be praised and glorified in all that He does for
> me!
>
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