The Terrible Horrible...

Guys I'm so glad I get to write you another one of these!! 3 weeks ago I thought I had written my last blog! (and I'm pretty sure my humans were thinking that too.) What happened to make me think that, you ask? Well, my human and I were out for a walk in the park Sunday afternoon and a big, mean, scary dog came and bit me! It hurt so bad and I cried. But my humans, they took care of me and took me to a doctor and I got stitches. 10 of them! Have you ever had stitches before? They weren't too bad, because they gave me medicine to make all the hurt go away. That was nice. 

But I started thinking about what I said in my last blog.

About how next to my human is the safest place to be (just like being next to God is the safest place to be). But when that mean dog bit me, I was next to my human. That doesn't sound like a safe place anymore, does it? But you know what? When that dog bit me, my human didn't run away and leave me, and when I was hurting, my human held me, she stayed right by my side. She let me sit in her lap, warm and safe, for as long as I wanted.

She rubbed my belly, softened my food and brought my water to me so I didn't have to get up (which was a good thing because I didn't feel good enough to get up)! She cried with me, and gave me everything I needed. And she still called me her "pretty girl", and told me I was beautiful. 

Guys, I looked in the mirror, and what I saw was a puppy with a bad haircut and some crazy looking stitches.....I didn't think I looked all that "pretty". But you know what? When something horrible happens in our lives, God is still right there. He doesn't leave us. He gives us everything we need. He lets us sit in His warm, safe lap as long as we like. He cries with us, and He still calls us beautiful (even when its been a rough day!).

I had a lot of healing to do (still do) and it can be exhausting! But because of the horrible thing that happened, I found out I had gotten a very bad infection in my tummy from eating all the tasty grass here in Costa Rica (so if you ever come to Costa Rica, don't eat the grass!). If that dog hadn't bitten me, then my humans and I might never have found out about my infection and that would have been bad. So I guess something good did come from me being bitten by that dog,

My human says her favorite verse from the Bible is John 16:33 and she says Jesus knows that bad things are going to happen to us, but it's gonna be ok because He loves us and what He did for us. 

And after all that has happened, I really enjoy just sitting in my human's lap, falling asleep in my human's lap, and just being near my humans.

So when something bad happens to you, does it make you want to spend more time with Jesus?