When Mabel went missing: Prayer and the family pet

Originally appeared on spirituality.com

My husband and I have marveled at the reliability and convenience of the GPS (Global Positioning System) in cars. For us, and probably for many others, it’s a definite improvement from wrestling with unwieldy maps, or the guesswork and frustration that come when finding that you’re mapless, but needing to find the way. It seems almost magical to punch in an address and be guided, if you listen and obey, to a destination.

Not long ago, we had the occasion to completely spiritualize our sense of reliance on God’s direction.

One evening before dark, while enjoying a stretch of early spring warmth, I partially opened the front door to enjoy the fresh breezes. Our little dog, Mabel, went out onto the porch with me. I went into the house to do something, and noticing that the sun was setting and the temperature dropping, and that there wasn’t much porch time left that evening, I subsequently pulled the door closed and went inside.

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