“The sun comes up it’s a new day dawning! It’s time to sing your song again!”
I dashed to the window and twirled around, my skirt spun out looking like an orange and white umbrella. It felt so good to be alive! It was so good to be alive! I wanted to sing and jump and laugh. I had been praying and studying how to use my mighty sword (the Bible) since five thirty that morning. And as always my Great Friend’s joy was sealing my heart with complete peace at the knowledge of His love!
“How good it is to know Him and to understand the works of His hands!” I laughed and smiled at the sun. It was just peeping up above the horizon. Flashes of sunlight filled my heart with joy. The sky was alive with clouds. They spread themselves across the prairie, bathed in color. Pink clouds stretched across the horizon like a masterpiece of spilled paint. Beneath them the vibrant color of red streaked the heavenly canvas. And, looking like they were streaming from the sun itself, orange and yellow colors covered the clouds around the sun. That great, glowing orb suddenly burst forth spreading light into the world at full force. Another glorious summer day had just begun.
I turned from the inspiring view and made my bed, organized our room, and headed downstairs. Joe, my husband, was already gone. He’d left early to go check cows and then was headed to the field. The wheat was finally ready to be cut and harvest was just getting started. We were seconds away from being caught up in harvest’s crazy, non-stop schedule.
I checked on Kenry, who was still asleep in his crib. His black hair clustered around his soft face while he snuggled up in his favorite blanket. He looked every bit the part of a cocooned caterpillar! Gently I reached down and brushed a curl out of his closed eyes. He was so quiet. (Right then.) Everyday I had a moment of praising God for the time we’d had with him. And everyday eventually found me begging God for the adoption to go well!
I knew even if we didn’t get to permanently adopt Kenry that God was still in control but that didn’t stop me from asking! There was really no reason we wouldn’t be able to adopt him, everything was in order, yet I often worried. Still God was bigger than my worry. He could halt worry like a thunderstorm could evoke chaos on a ripe, wheat field. And like the joy dancing in my head that morning, God was always fighting my worry with His truth; reminding me just how in control He was.
These thoughts were working swiftly through my mind as I headed to the kitchen. “Lord.” I prayed as I grabbed a muffin and my freshly brewed, black coffee. “Thank you for everything you’ve given me. Even when I don’t want what you give, it’s still best. Thank you!” With breakfast in hand I headed for the porch. Lena, our white, fluffy mutt, met me at the door. Speaking of things God gave that I didn’t want . . . She awarded me for being alive by slobbering all over my feet.
“Shoo! Shoo! Crazy puppy!” I waved her away and seated myself on the swing. She did not try to jump on with me, she’d learned not to, but her energetic shaking and slimy slobbering refused to end.
Lena had just appeared one freezing spring day. She was a shivering cold mass of fur; Joe had taken pity on her. (Why he had taken pity on her is still unknown to me; she was a wet, stinky, noisy mess.) But he had fed her and babied her while I’d called around to see whose she was. Eventually, after several days, it became appearant she had no owner. Joe decided we could take her in for a little till Faith, my sister who was a vet, found her a home. Joe said it was the compassionate thing to do. Ha! Ha!
Lena would not leave. First Joe named her. Second it took Faith awhile to find someone to take her. (Wonder why?) Finally some people five and a half miles away moved in and agreed to take her. The day they came to pick her up happened to be the first day we brought Kenry home to stay for awhile. And I still say Joe planned it all!
Somehow Kenry and Lena hit it off well. (How, I ask, are a two month old child and a dog able to become best friends in five minutes!)
Oblivious to the trouble it would later cause we all petted Lena and talked with our new neighbors for fifteen minutes. The neighbors, a couple our age, had just moved in and it was our first time meeting them. Eventually we all sat down on the porch to talk and Lena wondered over, as always, to me. I had Kenry in my lap and was watching her scornfully when suddenly she plopped on her stomach before me. She flopped her slobbery face right onto my lap, spraying both Kenry and I! I was shocked! Kenry just cooed and Lena slobbered joyously!
“Shoo, go Lena!” I exclaimed. She shooed but not with out adding one more disdainful slobber to my new summer shirt! Eventually we sent our neighbors on their way with Lena. At last! She was gone! Joe was a little sad so I tried to keep the cheers to a minimum!
The next morning at about 6:30, Kenry had woken up and I decided to head to the porch and swing him back to sleep. The sun was not up yet and it was still and quiet. Stars glittered brightly in the sky and with Kenry wrapped securely in a his blue and white elephant print blanket, I headed forth through the screen door. I strolled to the swing and seated myself comfortably. Kenry didn’t stir. His soft, little eyelids were closed peacefully as if he was happy to be outside.
“I’ll be out in a minute,” Joe called through the screen door, his husky morning voice showed he was tired. We both were. Two month olds, fluffy dogs, and harvest preparation were good at tiring people.
I didn’t reply. Instead I just gazed up at the beautiful sky. An inky-velvet blanket of space stretched above me. Glittering constellations were stitched into its fluffy embrace. The stars sparkled like brilliant, crystal-clear lights shining out to the inhabitants of earth! They laughed, sang, and played in the silent peace of the morning. Not one thing else in all the world can simply do nothing, but simply be there, and still be so amazing! I could’ve spent hours just starring at the stars.
Smiling happily, I looked at Kenry when he gave a sleepy, contented sigh. I was delighting in the peace of the moment when I heard something weird. It sounded like a huff. And I felt a bit of warm, smelly breath on my face. Slowly I looked up. The form of some creature crouched before me. Two black eyes starring me down sent shivers up my spine. And then it huffed again.
I don’t know if I shrieked, screamed, or just starting crying but I did something because the next thing I knew Joe was flying onto the porch, coffee mug in hand, preparing to catapult the attacking monster! My scream was still ringing in my ears when I realized it was Lena. She was pouncing joyously upon me, Kenry, and the swing. Joe attacked but it was too late. Before he could stop her she was on the swing and crack!!! The rusty chains gave way and down we went, baby and all, as Lena’s full 100-some pounds bounded onto the swing!
It took me a full five seconds to realize what had happened but when I did all I could think was one small word.
“LENA!!!” What was that crazy dog doing back at our place?
TO BE CONTINUED . . .