We interrupt this depressing series on the election for a couple of feel-good, answer-to-prayer stories.

Babo the Dog passed away just after Christmas 2022. Since then we’ve been saying to ourselves, “God will send us a dog when the time is right.” Coming up on two years, total strangers have counseled, “Don’t wait any longer; actively search.” When our daughter was here this summer, she found a potential dog at the Pikes Peak Humane Society in Colorado Springs. I went down there. A huge operation, and the dog I went to see was already gone.

Last week, I was preparing for the lesson on prayer for an upcoming discipleship class and reviewing John 16.24:

Until now you have asked nothing in my name. Ask, and you will receive, that your joy may be full. (ESV)

So I prayed specifically, and the thought came to mind:

You’re going to be in Pueblo Friday while June is at a music teachers’ conference. Why don’t you check out the Pueblo animal shelter?

(Pueblo is a much smaller city than Colorado Springs, an hour south of us.) An online search brought up Paws for Life, and a site search on “small dogs” brought up Benji:

To make a long story short, I made an appointment for 2p, Friday afternoon, met Benji, filled out an application, and brought June over at 3p. They usually do a home visit, but we’re 60 miles away! They asked us to send a video of our house and yard, which we did as soon as we got home Saturday. They called right away on Saturday, told us we were approved, and I picked up Benji at 2p, Monday.

I think he finds his new home “acceptable.”

And he looks a bit better after a haircut! As we say in our (military) family: “Back in regs.” (A regulation haircut)

Every good and perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of the heavenly lights… (James 1.17, NIV)