Happy Friday yall! If you’re just joining us, make sure you check out the Pet Lover Photo Contest & Giveaway. Today, we have the privilege of having author & editor Sheila Odom Hollinghead on the blog. Please welcome her as she shares with us about her beautiful Siberian Husky.
The Promise of Home
One year an accident occurred in front of our house, leaving a young lady trapped in the car. Her two friends, a teen-age girl and a boy, escaped with just a few scrapes and bruises but were shaken up and in tears.
Rain poured from the skies, and they took refuge on the front porch while emergency personnel worked to free their lifeless friend.
Satchel joined the commotion. I tried to call him to me. Instead, he trotted to where the two teens sat on our porch and placed his head upon the girl’s knee.
She was startled to see a large wolf-like dog, but, when I took him by the collar to take him home, she asked me to let him stay. Satchel sensed the girl’s anguish and provided comfort the only way he knew how.
Later that year, here in south Alabama, we received several inches of snow. Almost everyone loved the snow.
After all, it had been seventeen years since our last real accumulation. So when huge flakes fluttered from the sky, we pulled out gloves, scarves, and thick coats for the grandkids.
Outside, our eight-month-old grandson reached to touch the snow and looked at me in amazement when he felt its coldness. His brother and sister threw snowballs and built snowmen while I drank in the happy sight.
Yet, no one was more excited about the falling snow than the Siberian Husky. Satchel pulled against his chain, eager to join in the fun.
We released him and a new-found energy, some secret connection between his snowy-white fur and the snow flakes, had him frolicking, prancing and jumping in excitement. His face broke out into a dog smile. We joined in his fun, laughing at his display of pure, unbridled joy.
But I also felt a little sad. He is a Siberian Husky, made for the snow and for the cold, and he relished in it. Yet, he lived here, in the south, with our hot, muggy summers, so far away from his true home.
Can’t the same be said of us? “This world is not my home, I’m just a passing through.”
We were made for heaven, and unbridled joy awaits us there. This world with its disappointments, sorrows, pains, and tears is to us like the hot, muggy south is to Satchel.
But one day Jesus will say, “Enter in, faithful servant.”
And, we will be happiness personified, like Satchel in the snow.
Raised an army brat, Sheila Hollinghead discovered a treasure trove of books in the furnace room of a house in France. She became immersed in the books, becoming enamored of sci-fi and fantasy as well as mysteries and the classics. Many, many years later, she’s married and lives on a farm with dogs, cats, and chickens. As a Christian author, she is learning to be the bow that bends in God’s hand. She agrees with Emily Dickinson who said, “I know nothing in the world that has as much power as a word. Sometimes I write one, and I look at it, until it begins to shine.”
Visit her on her blog, Rise, Write, Shine; or her website. Find her on Facebook, Sheila Odom Hollinghead, Author and on Twitter, SHollinghead.