Jesus Cares for Even the Little Things
Jesus tells us in Mathew 25:40 NIV, "...Truly I tell you, whatever you did for the least of these brothers and sisters of mine, yo did for me."
Jesus tells us in Mathew 25:40 NIV, "...Truly I tell you, whatever you did for the least of these brothers and sisters of mine, yo did for me." So, I'm going to start this Blog thread talking about my fur babies. Yep, my dogs. I have 2 Dobermans, Malawi and Gretchen, and a German Shepard named Schultz.
These are my babies. Now I was never able to have children of my own, so yes, these are my children. It is a lot like have 3-year-olds always!!!! Well, except for Gretchen. She is like have a 2-year-old. They fill my heart with joy and laughter, and the occasional, "OMG!"
Okay, so why are they part of this blog? Because God does care about our pets, our hobbies, our workouts, all the things that we care about. He is truly interested in our daily lives.
Here is Malawi with Schultz. They were playing "king of the hill/rock." Only when we put our things ahead of God, when those things become more important to us than God, and if those things go against God's Word is there a problem with them. Not even our spouses, children (the two legged kind), our parents, or any other person or thing is to ever come before God. You know how it goes, "Thou shall not have any other gods before Me." Boom! Period. So now let's get on with the blogging.
Okay, so you may have noticed that in the top pic Malawi is wearing a cast. In a freaky weird slip (I have wood floors) just starting to walk backwards to go around me, he fell on his back leg and twist-broke both his fibula and tibia. He scream in such pain! I turn to look at him and his little face was that of shock and terror. Bless his heart. This happened on a Sunday afternoon about 6 weeks ago. I am horrified! I began praying for my Malawi. I call Marcia for help because I know I cannot get him into the pickup by myself without causing more pain and possibly damage to his leg. The last thing he needed was that tibia to come shooting out the skin! It didn't. Marcia called the emergency centers and vets. All emergency centers wear backed up at least 5 to 6 hours waiting time and all vets were closed. The best we could do was wait till morning and take him to our vet. I laid beside him in the floor because he was so scared and so was I, but I wanted to comfort him. I cried to Jesus to help him. So we did and although there was talk of surgery, we chose a set and cast instead. The first 4 weeks it really did not heal and the tibia moved further out of place. The vet reset it and placed and tighter cast. I continued to pray because I know Jesus heals. He notices the sparrow that falls from the sky and cares for that little sparrow. We returned back the next week and some really good healing in the bone was going on! Oh yea!! I was really feeling some relief. Then that night all of a sudden when I started to go to bed, I noticed Malawi just standing still and not moving. He had bloated! As you know that is often a painful death if surgery is not performed quickly. So, I freaked! I called Marcia again and we decided to keep a close eye on him for a bit. What!?! That was not a normal thing to do! So I got him to lay down and with that cast on it is an ordeal for him to get down. HIs tummy was so hard and bloated. I began to pray. Again, I laid with him in the floor. He began to flip and flop from one side to the other. Each time his leg would wind up in an position that looked like it would break off, so I would move it into a place. Then His 2 front legs were stretched out in front of him like someone was pulling him by his front legs. He never yelped. He just laid his head on his stretched out front legs. It was after midnight and I dosed off. Suddenly I woke up like being startled! I looked at the clock and it was 1:00 AM. I had only dosed of for a short time. Then I looked at Malawi. He looked at me like, "Hi, mom. what cha doin'?" Wait! What?! I checked his tummy. It was all soft and back to normal. Praise Jesus! and I did! I know in my heart that Jesus healed Malawi of the bloat. It was too fast to be anything but miraculous! I think Jesus flipped him back and forth and pulled Malawi's little legs to get his insides to untwist. Or how ever Jesus chose to heal him. I just know He did. Jesus loves us and cares for those we love. And FYI, today we went back to the vet, now 6 weeks since Malawi broke his leg. She said he no longer needed a cast and all looks great! Again, Praise Jesus! My healing and loving King Jesus, oh, how I love Him! Oh how He loves me
So, what are your thoughts? Do you have a pet or something that you know God has helped you with?