Change can be a good thing or a bad thing. Some times it seems like a bad thing and turns out good or is good and turns out bad. My husband and I are at a place of change. Our son has gone to live in Heaven and we face the day to day with new light. Recently we were given the chance to adopt a dog. It was something I was not sure of and I know my husband was all for it. So I turned to God. I prayed for clarification on the matter, so that I could make the right choice.
The doors opened wide after I prayed, which told me that maybe this was to happen. So I wrote the check and realized I did not have the mailing address for the breeder we were adopting from. Doubt set into my mind. For 15 seconds I had extreme doubt. So I prayed and I cast doubt away. I was filled with comfort and calm, I know doubt is not of the Lord. So I prayed again, asking the Lord for clarity and guidance. When I finally was 100% certain that we are ok to get the dog I got an email, it was the mailing address for the deposit. It was seconds after I was officially ok that the email came through on my phone.
I was elated to know I was going down the right path. Then last night I was given wonderful confirmation. I was laying in bed at 3am, wide awake. I had just had teeth extracted and the pain seemed to have woken me. (Small note here – I was put under for my extraction and when I came to I could not remember anything EXCEPT that I had just spent the time I was under with Josh and that he was beautiful.) So I took some pain killer and went and laid down. As I was laying there I began to think of my son, Josh. How he would have loved to be part of the process for picking out the dog and training the dog and everything. Suddenly I was sitting at a picnic table, in a park. It was brilliantly lit and wonderfully light, like the sun hadn’t shown for days and was finally out again. Josh and I were sitting next to each other putting together a puzzle, like we were picking up where we left off (though I don’t remember being there before).
“Dad and I are getting a dog” I told him.
“That’s wonderful!” he exclaimed to me.
“What do you think we should name her?” I had asked. Josh continued to pick up puzzle pieces and lay them down where they belonged. There was no searching for the right piece, we both knew where each piece went.
“Josh, what should we name her?” I asked again after a period of silence. He looked at me quizzically. “You’re still a member of the family, Josh. So you get the chance to help name her.”
I saw a smile come across his face as he happily exclaimed, “Daisy!”
I smiled back at him and then I was awake, in a dark room with Josh’s cat on my chest. After speaking with my husband, we both agreed, even though we have not met our dog yet, Daisy would be a good name.
