Rescued (Part 2)

When Milo and Tessa came home with their new dog, Mom lined a box with an old, soft blanket to make a bed for him. "Come here, Little Guy," Milo called gently. "That's what Tessa and I are naming him--Little Guy." The dog trotted across the floor and sniffed at his new bed. Then he curled up in it and shut his eyes.

"He must be tired--it's been quite a day for him," Mom said. "We'll let him sleep while we have lunch."

When they finished eating, Milo and Tessa returned to their new pet. "I bet Little Guy is hungry," said Milo. "What can we feed him?"

"We'll have to get dog food," said Mom, "but for now, you can give him some scraps from the chicken we had for supper last night. Just make sure you don't give him any bones."

Tessa and Milo quickly prepared a plate of scraps and set it on the floor. Little Guy began to eat greedily. "Oh--there's still a piece of bone in there!" exclaimed Tessa.

"Take it away from him, or it might get caught in his throat," said Dad.

As Milo reached out to take the bone, Little Guy growled and snapped at his hand. "Ow!" yelled Milo. "He nipped me! I was only trying to help him!" Dad managed to get the bone, while Mom looked at Milo's hand.

"Trust us, Little Guy," said Milo, patting the dog's head a bit later. "We won't hurt you or take good things away from you. Why would we do that after all we did to save your life and make you happy?"

Dad smiled. "Little Guy reminded us that we need Jesus to rescue us, and now he's reminding me of Christians--like me. Your dog hasn't yet learned to trust you completely, and sometimes I don't trust God completely. I act like I think He might take something I love away from me or that He wants to make me unhappy when I go through hard times."

Mom nodded. "We all need to remember that God rescued us in the first place. That should be proof enough that He wants only what's best for us!"

Tessa smiled. "Little Guy will help us remember that." Sherry L. Kuyt