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This morning I woke up and there wasn't another bed above me nor did I see the make shift cutains made of table clothes and cheets around me. I wasn't being blasted by a seemingly defective cabin airconditioner and there wasn't a tiny little warm body curled up under my belly.
This is Starsky, a little miricle. He wandered up to the dining hall early Saturday when no one but staff had arrived for camp yet. I decided he needed immediate attetion because of his skinny stomach and sunken little face. So of course I fed him. I had smuggled in vienna sausage and when I had a free moment I whisked him away after much coaxing (he is an obvious abuse victim) and fed him in the cabin. I then proceeded to wash him in the sink. He had two very large hot spots that had opened and festered on his neck and he was righting what looked like exima on his rear. So after 4 baths ad some polysporin he looked much better.
I knew right off I couldn't take him home. Corky just wouldn't appreciate it. Mom does not want another dog inside and so on. But when the campers started arriving it was hard to conceal that I was "covertly" meeting all his needs that week. Even my counselor, who is usually a rule monger and never allows such things, loved the dog and from the start allowed me to keep him inside the cabin! He slept soundly in my bed every night and woke me up to go out in the morning.
I brought what was happeneing to my dad's attention while making an illeagal phone call one evening. I told him I was really ok with leaving the dog the next week because there are several dogs that hang around and get fed at that camp, and no one seems to mind.
I was shocked to reality the next day however when one of the cooks, the father of a friend of mine, told me that the camp maintenance man was hurtling rocks at Starsky and trying desprately to run him off. I was appauled. The man never threw rocks at the other two regulars. I came to find out that the little fella' had gotten in the trash and this was the reason for the outbreak of ugliness. But that was no good reason as far as I was concerned. I knew then and there it was going to be murder on me if I had to leave him, knowing what would happen the minute every shild was gone and my protective eye was nowhere to be seen. I was upset. I should have known I was revealing my heart to a falling axe when I touched the dog. But I wouldn't go back on it, ever. You see God does miricles.
My dad worked all week to find a home for Starsky. Finally that next Friday hr test messaged me: "Have plan for Starsk. Plan to bring home Saturday!" Come to find out it was my Grandmother who had decided to take him in and I introduced her the night of the banquet to the dog. She loved him and on Saturday we delivered him to her house where he is right now.
This morning in Sunday school my dad was awarded with a prize he won from a raffle last week. $120 worth of shots and a bath at a vet in Homewood! Take that! I was so amazed. I couldn't keep this verse out of my head last week.
Zecharia 8:6
6"This is what the LORD Almighty says: All this may seem impossible to you now, a small and discouraged remnant of God's people. But do you think this is impossible for me, the LORD Almighty?
Maybe it's not meant the way I prayed it but still God can do miricles.