The LORD is our provider

We spent the weekend enjoying Buddy the dog, and cruising through each and every neighborhood multiple times each day. 

No signs.

By Sunday, Greg said he thought we could officially consider Buddy ours to the squeals of delight to Aria.(I mean, who loses their dog on Thursday, and doesn't look for him?) She took to him like I have never seen her do before to any animal. She wrote him letters, she made him cards for his crate. She giggled and ran around with him ALL. DAY. LONG. We were thrilled to see her so readily attach to something... That is not normal for her.

Sunday night we went out and spotted an orange sign. Sigh... We were sad. We were bummed. We knew Aria would be devastated. I felt sick.

Greg called the owners and set up a meeting before Aria woke up. Saying goodbye is NOT her strong suit. The sad part is, the owner really didn't seem to care that A) his dog was running next to the highway and could have been killed, and B) that they didn't bother to put signs out or call local vets because they had a wedding to go to Saturday, so they'd get to it later, and
 C) that he had just crushed our little girls heart. With barely a thanks, he walked off with his dog.

Aria woke up and I reluctantly went down to her room. She expectantly looked down and said, "Where's Buddy?" She bit her lip, while tears welled up in her eyes while I showed her the big orange sign: LOST DOG. She withdrew. She didn't want to talk about it any more. 

And now we have a very sad little girl. A little girl who attaches to very few humans readily, a girl who has experienced more loss than I have in my lifetime. A little girl with velvet cheeks and a sensitive heart that knows she needs to look into peoples eyes and wants to, but in the end, many times she just can't. A little girl who, in reality, has only allowed her immediate family into her heart of hearts to stay. A little girl who prays every day that the Lord would help her to be polite and cheerful and friendly to others.

And she just happens to be a little girl with a Daddy who loves her very much. A Daddy who would go to the ends of the earth to help her heal. A little girl whose Daddy observantly watched her weekend connection with Buddy the dog in awe. 

We have begun to look. We are thinking of a puppy who can be trained in therapy for her, in service to help Gianna with her limitations as well. We will take our time and find the right dog, with the right connection to our very special girls.

Unplanned? Yes. But we realize that the Lord is faithful to heal little hearts, and I think this week He showed us how to minister to her needs through a sweet little dog named Buddy.

Thank you Lord for your faithfulness!



Comments

  1. VashtiApril 28, 2009 at 12:05 PM

    Awesome...cant wait to see what you get!

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  2. La Dolce VitaApril 28, 2009 at 12:45 PM

    That is so sad, but also neat that God showed you something you can do to aid her healing.

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  3. amyApril 28, 2009 at 1:11 PM

    I agree with Rebecca. God teaches us so many things

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  4. HennHouseApril 28, 2009 at 8:28 PM

    My heart just breaks for your sweet Aria. Attachment is so... I just don't know what to say. I know what this would have done in our family. To our sons.

    I am praying that God uses this experience in Aria's life for good.

    And for you.

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  5. Eric and TiffanyApril 28, 2009 at 8:35 PM

    Ah that breaks my heart for your sweet Aria. We will pray that you find the perfect dog for your family.

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