My two mini-Schnauzers Obie and Amos
(Obie is short for Obadiah—I call them my Old Testament prophets,
Ha!), are precious to me. They make me laugh, help me unwind and
always make me want to come home when I’m away.
A few weeks ago, however, the guy who has been mowing my lawn
for five years, accidentally left my backyard gate open. About 8:30
a.m., my two “prophets” went through their doggie door to the
backyard . . . and as I was working on the computer, didn’t realize
they hadn’t come back inside.
At 10:30 I called them, and they didn’t come running to me. I went to
the backyard and saw the open gate, and my heart sank. They’d
been missing for two hours. They could be anywhere. Because they
had been in the house, they weren’t wearing their collars.
I immediately began praying and texting friends as I got in the car to
search for them. The lawn guy felt terrible. He’d always been
meticulous about shutting the gate. He asked his wife to join the
search. Three neighborhood girls jumped on their bikes and little
scooter to look for the missing prophets.
Friends came over and joined the driving search. My mailman began
looking. The animal welfare office was contacted. People I didn’t even
know stopped me on the street and said, “I’m looking for your dogs,”
and drove off.
I was amazed at how quickly the family of God came together for lost
dogs. After a few hours, I spotted little Amos about a half mile from
my house. I immediately scooped him into the car and we continued
to drive and yell for Obie.
Hours passed. Would I ever see Obie again?
Amos was distraught. Where was his brother?
Would I never again reach out during the night to feel Obie’s soft little
back next to me in bed?
More prayers. More folks joining the search.
My favorite postal worker showed up saying, “It’s my day off.
I’ve come to search for Obie.”
My former real estate agent came to the house saying,
“I have time before my next appointment to drive around
and look for Obie.”
As I continued to pray, I couldn’t help but think of the one lost sheep.
The one prodigal son.
Only one was gone.
But how much attention, focus and energy were poured into that
I prayed, “Lord, I don’t know what else to do.
I’ve driven for hours. Friends and others have also driven for hours.
Someone may have taken Obie inside. I don’t know what else to do.”
Don’t give up.
I grabbed a quick sandwich and Amos and I continued to drive.
I decided to turn into a neighborhood a mile or more away from my
house. I kept yelling out the window and continued to pray.
Suddenly . . . with immediacy . . . I saw Obie running toward my car!
I looked at my watch.
He had been gone for eight hours!
I scooped him into the car.
Instead of jumping on me with glee, his demeanor seemed to say,
What took you so long? I’m ready for lunch!
If I’d had a fattened calf to welcome home the prodigal,
I would’ve used it.
Imagine my gratitude,
peace of mind,
(any positive adjective will work here)
at having my two babies in my arms once again.
You know where I’m going with this, don’t you?
How much more—than we can even imagine—
does our heavenly Father
rejoice when we run into His arms.
He loves to show His goodness to us.
Not because we deserve it.
Not because we put money in the offering plate at church.
Not because we were kind to a neighbor.
But because He just loves us!
And nothing I do . . . can make Him love me less.
As well as nothing I do . . .can make Him love me more.
He just loves me.
The overriding message of the entire Bible—
is simply COME.
“Come let us reason together,” says the Lord.
“Come, let’s talk about this.”
I’m wondering if I should change their names to Jonah—
the Old Testament prophet who ran away. . . .
I’m speaking in Little Rock, AR this weekend.
Will you pray for our services?
We lost our dog once. We lived on top a hill with forest in every direction for miles. We asked our neighbors and one said they’d seen a dog on the road at the base of the hill. We hopped in a vehicle and raced down to see if it was our dog. He was standing looking off in a different direction from home and was so disoriented he didn’t even look familiar to us! We called his name and instantly he became himself again, his tail wagging the rest of him in his glee to see us! Jesus said, “My sheep know my voice.” How very often I have rejoiced to hear His voice!
The prodigal is THE Gospel. Have you read Henri Nouein: The Prodigal? Powerful. As I was reading, my heart was pounding for the prophets! We had a prodigal dog–it was weeks , but dearest friends found him on the home but he had been hit, we had joy, but we rushed to the vet, and fixed him up–oh the joy of the one lost and then found!! Thankful for THE GRACE,!!
A great teaching moment. It’s simple–He just loves us. So overjoyed you found your sheep–I mean dog.
What a wonderful illustration. God not only loves us but He cares for us & supplies for us. He is so good. Thank you for your ministry! You are a blessing!