My little pooch had recently passed away, and
it had been her tendency to greet me at the door in the evening. Buddy, (her
name was Buddy) was on my mind as I pulled into the driveway that night, and I
thought, "My little girl won't be there to greet me anymore, and I'm the
poorer for it."
And
that thought had barely crossed my mind, and as I was getting out of the car, I
looked towards the south, and in the night sky a flaming meteorite came sailing
through the heavens in an arc that was positioned above my dear little pooch's
gravesite in my backyard. This small event was so encouraging to me that God
affirmed my loneliness for Buddy, and that He held her in the hollow of His
loving hands.
It was poignant to realize that our Lord was
aware, before He made the worlds, that I would be reflecting on my Buddy at
just that moment in time, and that He had set that little chunk of meteor on a
path which would transect my little bit of sky for such a time as this.
by William McDonald, PhD. Copyright pending
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