It’s November and that means it’s the month to focus on gratitude. Nothing wrong with that, but I thought I’d do something a little different. This month I’ve asked others to share their GOD encounter with us.
I have several but if you have one that you’d like to share with the rest of us, that would be awesome. Just leave me a note in the comments with your email address and I’ll contact you. Don’t worry about your privacy being invaded, I won’t approve the comment and that means no one but myself will see it. You may also simply tell us your story by leaving a comment without your email that way I know the difference.
How did I come to choose this topic of GOD encounters? I was searching my mind and praying about it and it sort of just popped in there. Was it a God encounter? Perhaps.
I have been blessed to have several amazing God encounters. Nothing has made my heart soar with more gratitude then experiencing God in these miraculous moments.
What’s a God encounter? I can’t tell you what it is for you–only you can decide that.
Several years ago, my dog was getting older and sicker. Her name was Golda My Ear and she was a bratty thing only her owner could love. But Golda had been with me through many trials and tribulations and I loved her.
It was spring break (I work for the schools) and I made the decision that some time during my week off I would have to take her in for her last vet visit. Her pain was so bad, it just wasn’t fair to her. I dreaded this visit. I’d had to do the same thing for another dog many years ago and still felt horrible that I’d done it.
I prayed every day (several times every day) to God to not make me have to do this.
Thrusday night came and I knew that the next day was THE DAY. As much as I didn’t want to do, I had to do it. Sometimes we have to do unpleasant things for those we love.
As the day progressed, Golda managed to find some energy and had a good day. I cooked spaghetti and meatballs and Golda had a little feast on her meatballs. As I was washing the dishes, I heard a noise and turned.
Golda was having a seizure (not the first time) on a throw rug. I panicked and called for my husband who came running. He went over to help her and then looked up at me. “Do you want to take her to the vet? Do you want to try and save her?”
I shook my heard knowing that God had heard and answered my prayers.
I went to Golda and rubbed her and talked to her as her breaths came ever slower. And even as my heart broke that my puppy would be gone in a few minutes, my heart soared that my ABBA had taken care of me, His child.
And for that I will be forever grateful.