So if talking about God is not your thing, come back tomorrow when I announce my giveaway winner. And if you have yet to enter, you have until 11PM tonight.
I don't talk about my faith much on here. For a variety of reasons but mostly because I think when you say "I'm religious" it tends to immediately make people think you are going to start preachin' hatred or something. Which is unfair and not true of most people, but is just the times we live in right now. Oh and I dread offending people. Like you know how some people are confrontational? I am the polar opposite of that. I actually have a large fear of offending or upsetting a friend. I'm working on it. I also have a strong relationship with God. It's a relationship that, like so many in life, has had plenty of ups and downs. But has withstood the test of time. God and I are tight. There's always room for (lots of) improvement, but we have a pretty sturdy foundation. We get along rather well. I think I do more talking and less listening. But God should feel comforted knowing that I am the same way with all my other besties.
Last night though, God sent me a sign. It might be one of the first times as an adult that I have had this unexplainable experience. Or realized it anyway. I was home, watching Harry Potter and searching the internet for invitations for a baby shower that I am hosting in my hometown next month. There was a loud noise in the front foyer. Which of course sent Sadie running to assess the situation. I live in a very very old house so noises are a regular occurrence. But this was much louder than a normal "old house noise" so I got up and ran to the foyer too. Turned on all the lights and looked in every crevasse. Nothing. Just me and the pup standing there like fools. Since I was up I decided to get a glass of water (kitchen is right off foyer). I'm standing at the sink and feel suddenly that I need to turn around. I do and see Sadie having a seizure. She seized for about three minutes, then she had a few minutes of not seizing. She tried to stand up and then started seizing again. And vomiting. But I was right there the entire time. I held her and cried for her and scooted her out of her vomit and rubbed her.
That noise? Yeah, thank you God!! Had I not heard that noise, Sadie would have had her seizure in the kitchen all by her scared little self. It was above 90 outside yesterday so I turned on the AC and was watching a movie. No way I would have heard her as she doesn't really make any noise when seizing. When she was done seizing she sort if lay still, panting and out of it, as she has done each time before. It was then that I put the pieces together. Now, God knows that I would much rather she was just never sick. But He also gave me a sign in the form of a loud noise that allowed me to be there with my baby the entire time. I cried when I realized all of this.
I think I complain so frequently about silly little things and wanted to share with you a really remarkable moment in my life. Don't get me wrong, I am terribly upset that my baby girl is sick with seizures. This is just a horrible thing to watch- in human, puppy or any other creature. It terrifies me and has left me crying a lot lately. But today she is back to being a perfect, perky puppy. And I am so thankful that God got me up and near her to be her comfort. Thank you, thank you, thank you, Lord!! Now if you would like to make sure my furry baby is seizure free from now on, I certainly won't complain. Just sayin'.