There was a photo of a dog on the Animal Control website that was going to be euthanized yesterday. My adult son, who lives two hours away, filled out the paperwork to adopt him online. All I had to do was pick up the dog and take it to the vet for an exam. Simple, right?
After I’d met the dog–cute as a button, mind you–I heard him growl at the person who tried to put a leash around his neck. I was instantly wary, but was asked to be patient with the dog since we didn’t know why he was fearful about being leashed. An assistant helped me get the dog into my vehicle, and off to the vet we went.
When we arrived at the vet, we found things wrong with the dog, but they were things that could be treated. What I wasn’t prepared for was the dog’s behavior at the vet, and it was clear that I had to return the dog to Animal Control. I did so, and it hurt.
What hurt more was telling my son. He was crushed. He’d developed an attachment to the dog just by looking at its photo. I told him we’d help him get another dog, but he kindly declined. I could hear the grief in his voice.
Then there was a moment.
Although he said he didn’t want to consider another pet, I texted him a link to a dog I found at a shelter near him, a dog that he could visit for himself. It turns out his girlfriend texted him the the link to the same dog…within seconds of my text. My son’s reply?
Who knows if this will be my son’s new dog? But wouldn’t it be nice if things always worked out like this, if there were always an alternative to heartbreak?
It’s difficult, but sometimes we must be patient to receive God’s best. That’s the real problem. We want answers immediately, but God is in no rush, especially if waiting draws us closer to Him.
Have you ever jumped into something and wished you’d waited?
What about when you’ve had to wait to receive something? Was it all you’d hoped for? I’d love to hear about it.