A small, yet very significant, childhood memory came to me
recently. It was not for the first time, because that memory has
always been "special" to me, but on this occasion God showed me
some deep and freeing truths as I recalled it and let Him explain
it to me.
Let me tell you about "Boy". He was one of the first dogs I
remember having in our family and certainly the one with whom I
was able to form a very special bond. He was my "special" friend
who was always wanting to be cuddled and stroked and, very
important to me, the friend who always listened as I talked to
him about the things that bothered me and made me sad. He played
ball with me tirelessly, always knowing how to indicate to me
where he was putting the ball so that, even though I could not
see it, I could find it. Nobody had known what to call him when
he came to our home. I was away at boarding school at the time
so my younger brother got to name him. He called him "Boy"
because that was about the only word he could say at that time.
One day, when I was about six years old and my brother was
four, we were allowed for the first time to take a walk out from
our family home together. Because I could not see, my younger
brother had to take me. (He didn't always want to do this later,
but at first he was willing enough.) We were not allowed to
cross any roads where there could be moving vehicles but were
shown by our Father how to walk round the block, taking right
turns, until we arrived back at our home. We set out on what I
think was our first walk, turned right out of our gateway and
reached the bottom of our road where another right turn could be
taken. Instead my brother took control of the situation and said
we were not going that way but going straight back home. I
understand now that he was frightened to be out without Dad, but
I wanted to go all the way around the block. We began to argue
and he was very authoritative for a small boy. In the end he
turned back and I loosed his arm and refused to go with him. We
both wanted to have our own way, but of course he had the final
say. Off he went and I just sat down on the pavement right where
I was. I realized I was alone and began to be afraid. At that
point I was sure somebody, somehow, would know I was missing and
would come to get me. Four or five minutes probably passed and
then I heard the familiar sound of a dog's feet as he ran towards
me. "Boy, Boy," I called, being so glad to know he was there.
"Come here, take me home". Soon I was holding Boy's collar and
off we went in the right direction for home. He turned quickly
into the driveway and we walked through the opened double gates.
I was home and safe!
In this memory I was able to understand how my brother took
control of my life at such an early age and how afraid and angry
that made me feel. It was the key to how we had interacted
together and, as I was able to confess my anger both in that
incident and in subsequent ones with my brother and how I had
often held on to that anger, so God was able to heal another
place in my life. I gave to Him all the ground I had taken and I
had so influenced my thinking and speaking in my reactions to my
brother's control of me for about 48 years of my life.
Hallelujah! I could now see my brother clearly as God sees him
and have that compassion which allows me to forgive him, even as
Jesus Christ has forgiven me!
There was something else very wonderful for us to see from
that incident. God, Who created all things, chose to use a dog
(with or without an angel with him, I do not know) to bring me
safely home. He had communicated with him; don't ask me how!
When Boy left our home, first he had to get through those double
locked gates which had no way over the top. (It is possible of
course that my brother held them open just long enough for him to
slip out, but he would have had to be quick because we knew fully
well that we did not let the dog out of the gate.) Now, here's
one interesting fact: When "Boy" did get out - as he would from
time to time - the only thing that interested him was turning
left (not right) out of the gateway and rushing straight to the
butcher's shop to beg for, or to steal, an extra meal or two, or
three! He had never been seen to turn right from the gateway,
but on this occasion he so obviously did! This went totally
against all the "doggie" instincts for getting food that I know
about so well. Was this God's instruction, faithfully carried
out by an animal? Well, I think so! Here is one further piece
of information. "Boy" had to get me past a few lamp-posts on the
way home. We moved very quickly but I never hit one of them!
You might ask me, "Can God do this?" Yes, I believe God can and
does do anything He chooses in any way that He chooses, so He
does not always work with us in the way we think He might or
should. He is God! Sovereign of the universe!
Yes, our "God of miracles" did a very wonderful and unique
thing on that day for one of His children who now knows that He
does so many wonderful things for her, many of which are "unique"
to me because He knows me so well and understands just what I
need! May He be praised and glorified in all that He does for
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