A Lost Dog

This is longer than my usual newsletter, but it’s a story about a lost dog that continues to inspire me so I’m sharing it with you this week!

Fall, 1977

It was a crisp November morning. Normally I revel in cool Autumn days, but I hadn’t been able to shake the depression that had clung to me for weeks.

When my sons, Steven and Peter, were just babies my husband, their dad, died. For such a long time the boys were my only reason to keep going. The past few years, though, I had begun looking forward to life. I prayed for a ‘knight in shining armor’ to provide the love and companionship I needed and guidance for my growing boys. God didn’t seem to be in any hurry to answer that particular prayer, however. Now the boys were on the brink of becoming teens.

Plagued by Doubts

I believe in God. My boys and I prayed together often. Some of our prayers had been answered miraculously. Our little family was doing fairly well, I thought. Our finances were adequate, we had many friends, we were active in a growing, dynamic church. I taught Sunday School, the boys were generally polite, active, dead-frog-in-the-pocket kind of boys. But was I doing a…