About 1 year ago I had a brilliant idea for Jack. I remember telling Michelle (my amazingly level-headed wife) that we should get Jack a service dog. Do you remember that story I shared with you 2 weeks ago about the horses and the kangaroos? Yeh, Jack loves animals and is very motivated by them. So I envisioned a dog that would not only be a companion for Jack but also play a key role in keeping Jack from running, to provide him security in a public environment (so that he wouldn’t flop to the ground in the middle of the parking lot), and to also motivate him to complete required tasks, like climbing the stairs and staying in bed … you get the idea.
Michelle wasn’t so sure. After all, she already has the ‘privilege’ of being at home each day with 3 boys and a dog…so what is 1 more thing to take care of and make sure doesn’t pee or poo on the carpet? Oh, and to make sure it gets fed.
After only a week of research I was ecstatic to learn that such an animal does exist … for about $15,000 and, if Jack qualified for the dog, he would be on a waiting list for 1-3 years. My heart sank. I simply put it in my prayer journal and occasionally brought it to God, but to be honest I had no idea how it would be answered … but I knew in my heart that a dog for Jack would really help him.
Fast forward to March 30th, 2015…I see this post on Facebook from a great friend of mine whom I hadn’t seen for about 7 years.
After some brief communication, these friends offered to gift Jack a dog from their litter. Boom…answered Prayer. We couldn’t believe it.
So on April 25, 2015 Jonah was born along with 9 of his siblings. We made a trip to Memphis, TN to pick him up 8 weeks later.
Throughout this whole adventure, of which we are still very early in, a verse has come to mind often. I’m so glad I was required to memorize it in college.
In the Bible it says in James 1:17, “Every good gift and every perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of lights with whom there is no variation or shadow due to change.” (ESV)
God does answer prayer. Most often in ways we could not even anticipate. Do you have any of these answers to prayer?
I will never forget asking God to heal Jack while he lay sleeping in the hospital with very acute pneumonia. As I watched from beside his bed to see his eyes red and sunken in; and his arms drawing life from IV fluids. His body did not twitch a muscle for 12 hours in a coma-like state on that propped-up bed. The good side…God did answer my prayer. With very talented physicians and a lot of rest. God does answer prayer.
As this adventure unfolds between Jack and Jonah (Jonah is only 12 weeks old) we get to capture moments like this one from this morning.
or this one after I got home from work last week…
My encouragement to you this week is to thank God for His answers to your prayers. After all, if we are so polite with regular etiquette, shouldn’t we also give credit and thanks to God for His involvement in our lives as well?
What is your answer to prayer?
It would be great if you could encourage me and the other readers of this blog by leaving a comment below and share an answer to one of your prayers.