Puppies

Nine weeks ago, our Siberian Husky gave birth to seven puppies. We were fascinated as we watched the mother, who had never had puppies before or gone through childbirth classes, take perfect care of each baby as it was born. She cleaned each one thoroughly and bit the cord. The little blind puppies knew exactly what to do also, and squirmed toward their mom and found a food source. We were amazed at God’s design.

Over the next weeks, we enjoyed having 7 puppies. They grew to be healthy, playful creatures. When they were 7 weeks old, we began to sell them. We went to Maria Elena’s baby clothing store and put a sign in her window. She saw the pictures of the puppies on the sign and said, “We need a dog. Our dog died this week of a tumor. He was 15 years old.” Her husband and sons came to our house that afternoon and took home a puppy. We had given each puppy a name and that one was Brees, after the Saints quarterback. They kept the name as they understood it. The puppy is now called Breex.

Maria Elena and her husband Carlos have been attending church on Sunday morning since Easter. The puppy has given us a common point with their sons. This past Sunday, the entire family attended a church picnic. We are praying for an opportunity to clearly share the gospel with them.

Like newborn infants, long for the pure spiritual milk, that by it you may grow up into salvation---if indeed you have tasted that the Lord is good. I Peter 2:2-3 (ESV)