How Blessings Flow

God works in mysterious ways.

After months of Honeybun limping and uncertain diagnoses, and driving an hour each way to the vet, I decided it was time to get a second opinion and cut our drive by going to the vet 15 minutes away. I waited an hour to see her. This is both good and bad. This vet was clearly popular, and the people in the waiting room were polite and kept their dogs on short leashes. The bad, of course, was that I waited an hour. But while waiting, I chatted with the lady next to me. She had a little pug that had a swollen foot. The pug was not even her dog. He belonged to her neighbor who had to go to work. So the sweet lady took his dog, with the swollen foot, to the vet for him. While she was waiting and chatting with me, the neighbor texted her. He was not at work anymore. He was in the ER. The sweet lady might have the pug with the swollen foot for many hours.

Since we had an hour to chat, she learned that my Honeybun was a rescue dog that had turned vicious, and the successful year of rehab that we undertook with her became the spark for my writing a book and jump starting a career as a writer.
"So when you do the right thing, even when it doesn't feel like it, it pays off in the end," I told her, sanctimoniously.

She too had rescued a dog. That dog was still vicious, and as far as she could see, no good thing had come of it. I asked her a series of questions, trying to ascertain what good blessing had flowed from her kindness.
"Well, there is one thing," she finally acceded, "When I leave my kids home alone, I know they are safe because that dog would KILL anyone who tried to come into the house."
So. There you have it.

I thought about that lady later, after receiving encouraging news from the new vet. She thought my Honeybun's lameness might be from an embolism that had resolved, and she might very well fully recover. She was not nearly as convinced as the last vet that Honeybun had degenerative hip issues. I wondered if the lady who had unselfishly helped her dog who was still vicious, and her neighbor who was still in the ER ever received her blessing. If I were God, I would have showered her with blessings.

But I am not God, and I have learned that it is best not to second guess Him.
Still, I have a deep need for life to be fair, for those who give unselfishly to be rewarded. But then, I suppose those who don't would have to be condemned. And I am quite certain that I would be in the latter category. So really, I am very grateful God is not fair, because if He were, I would be roasting in Hell.

Nonetheless, I am praying that He showers a special blessing on the Good Samaritan with the little pug with the swollen foot.

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...for all have sinned and fall short of the glory of God, and all are justified freely by his grace through the redemption that came by Christ Jesus. God presented Christ as a sacrifice of atonement, through the shedding of his blood—to be received by faith. He did this to demonstrate his righteousness, because in his forbearance he had left the sins committed beforehand unpunished— he did it to demonstrate his righteousness at the present time, so as to be just and the one who justifies those who have faith in Jesus. (Romans 3:23-26 NIV)








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