Christmas joy
As if I were in a Hallmark movie, I'm experiencing two Christmas miracles this Eve: First, two urgently endangered dogs are now safely scheduled for transport to waiting homes up north. One is safe because, as I see it, God firmly told me "Don't give up. Make one more call; it's the only way to find out if they'll say yes." And they did.Second, my friend's desperately premature grandson has strengthened so much that the hospital is very likely to send him home tomorrow, on Christmas Day, weighing just over 5 lbs.I don't remember ever feeling so grateful.
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Great news! Thank the Lord! And thanks for telling us.
Great news on the little boy!
Sometimes we doubt, and God, chuckling, uses timing to remind us he loves us.
My disposition tends to resignation rather than hope. He reminds me to hope! And my dear husband didn't kick about my agreeing to bring one of the saved dogs here for a week while awaiting transport. The other has to stay at the shelter to maximize the chance of catching the attending vet for a health certificate needed for transport, with hours dicey over the holidays. I'm sorry I won't get a chance to meet him, a lovely black Pharaoh dog with enormous pointy ears.
My favorite meme in years: "Find you a man who says, 'I don't know where that new dog came from, but he sure gets along great with all the other rescue dogs.'" He couldn't have given me a nicer Christmas present, but it came with a new chew-proof kennel bed (a second, the first having proved truly indestructible), and an impact driver.
We have banana bread in the oven and are well on our way towards the various Christmas dinner dishes, just the two of us, very quiet. But neighbors and their large visiting family will be over later to meet the current dog population and learn to fold Moravian stars, by special request of the youngest.
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