He's A Rescue

"He's a rescue." the slender blond owner replied.

"But he looks full-blooded." I countered.

"He is. People surrender full-blooded dogs. He was four-months-old when he was surrendered and I adopted him when he was five months."

My friend and I turned to continue our morning walk and, to my surprise, the nine-year-old rescued German Shepherd named Brujac now walked beside me. I petted his graying fur tellng him how beautiful he was.

He walked slowly. His owner explained he had a hip problem since birth, but had ajusted to it. As he continued walking beside me and ahead of his owner, she questioningly remarked "So you've got a new owner now?"

I jusified it by explaining that dogs like me.

Thank you, Lord, that we don't have to be full-blooded to receive your salvation. You love us whether we're four-months or nine-years-old, healthy or dealing with afflictions from birth.

Although we can't see you, let us each acknowledge we are all "rescues" in your sight.

So do not fear, for I am with you; do not be dismayed, for I am your God. I wil strengthen you and help you; I will uphold you with my righteous right hand. (Isaiah 41:10)

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May 11, 2017 @ 3:43 p.m.