Offer it Up
Then I saw the woman who was bent over talking to her dog, playing with the dog, running in and out of the surf. I headed in her direction, to meet the pretty dog. “Hi!” she said immediately. I asked if I could visit and she said, “Ellie will be disappointed if you don’t.” So there we were, feet in the freezing surf, petting and cooing over her dog. Of course, dog lovers always have things to talk about.
She works in rescue, as I do. Ellie was a foster, the woman a “foster failure.” We laughed when I told her I was a “two-time-foster failure.” (Meaning I’d adopted two of my fosters.)
After we chatted awhile, she said, “I just decided a while ago, while we were walking, that I will commit to finding out how Ellie can become a therapy dog, and I will help her achieve that. I think handicapped people could take courage from her. I don’t have any idea where to start.”
I told her about my little book, Just for the Moment: The Remarkable Gift of the Therapy Dog. She was overjoyed. She pulled out her cell phone and typed in the title so she could get one. “It’s just what I need,” she said. “And, it was NO accident that I met you here on the beach today. Look at all these people. And I met YOU.”
I offer my work to God every morning. I feel so blessed that He chose to use it that day. Ellie will be a great therapy dog. And it’s no accident.