As I made a quick pass through the living room on my way to throw in another load of laundry, I caught sight of my son Jordan’s dog, Luna. There she sat on the couch curled up comfortably on a heated throw that she had come to claim as her own. The weather outside was dreadful, but Luna was sitting in the lap of luxury, toasty and warm and dry. I had to agree with my Manda. The mutt had come to believe herself to be the Queen of Sheba! I wondered if she had any idea of what her life would have been like had it not been for Jordan.
Jordan was working and living at an orphanage in Juarez, Mexico when he found Luna. She was alone, living on the streets and as young as she was, probably about five or six weeks old, Jordan knew that without intervention she would not make it for very long. He claimed her as his own and took her to live with him at the orphanage. He rescued her.
When the Lord led Jordan to move back to Lubbock, he knew that he could not leave his Luna behind. He set about doing the work that was required to get her out of Mexico and into the United States. On the day Jordan left the orphanage, he and his dad, who had gone to Juarez to pick him up, called to let me know that they had made it over the border and were on their way home with Luna, the immigrant mutt. She was taken from one country and brought into another, not because of anything she did, but simply because her master was loving and had compassion on her.
Now in the U.S., Luna spends her evenings in the company of her beloved master and her days at Mamaw’s where she runs and plays and furiously guards the homestead against all invaders, real or imagined. She always has clean, fresh water to drink and three bowls a day of Grade A dog food. She goes to the vet for regular care, which she does not think is fun, but it’s what is best for her, gets bathed when she needs it, walked on a regular basis, and sports a leather collar complete with tags and a bow. She is happy and loved.
So often in my life God uses the simple, everyday moments to teach or remind me of a deep spiritual truth. As I glance back over at the immigrant mutt seated upon her heated throne, I am reminded that on her own she was helpless and doomed to a miserable existence. She did not even know to look for a savior. This part Terrier, part Chihuahua, part Dachshund, part who knows what else, (I’m pretty sure that by the looks of her ears, it’s quite possible that she could be part bat!) mongrel dog was rescued because of her master’s compassion for her.
Because of Luna and her story, I have been overwhelmed lately with a renewed sense of gratitude for my Heavenly Father and for His undeserved grace and mercy which He has lavishly poured out on my life. He rescued me from the kingdom of darkness and brought me into the kingdom of His Son, Jesus. I am loved and abundantly taken care of because of who my Master is. All that I am and all that is mine is because of who He is. There is not one thing that I did to deserve this manner of love; it cannot be earned. My grateful heart’s response is to love Him passionately and to honor Him with everything that I am.
“Oh, Lord, may I never lose the wonder of who you are and what you have done to make me your own. May I live in humility, mindful of where I would be without you, and may I see others through your eyes of mercy and compassion.”
“But when the kindness and love of God our Savior appeared, he saved us, not because of righteous things we had done, but because of his mercy. He saved us through the washing of rebirth and renewal by the Holy Spirit, whom he poured out on us generously through Jesus Christ our Savior, so that, having been justified by his grace, we might become heirs having the hope of eternal life.” ~Titus 3:4-7