It was in the middle of sixth grade, my life was headed in a direction that was not suitable for a typical Christian teenager. I was slacking off in my work and my life was just not headed in the direction that is Christ honoring. I thought that it would take a miracle for me to get back on track.
Well it was a far cry from a miracle but it was a life defining moment none the less. I was about 13 and can still remember clearly the event and how it took place. I came home from school on the day of my birth with a long face and a heavy load on my shoulders. I’m not sure what was weighing me down, but I knew that something was dragging my spirit. Little did I know that it was all about to change, I walked through the door and entered my house to find my mom and my sister talking in the kitchen. I made it about half way to the couch when something attacked my leg. To my surprise it was a new puppy.
This puppy was no ordinary puppy it was a germen short haired pointer. It had brown spots all over its white-hair body. Needless to say I was a bit surprised, but all in all I found this puppy to be a great stress relief, and I know I don’t have to tell you that a typical 13 year old has a ton of stress.
Throughout the years this little puppy has become a great object of my affection, He has helped me out of many ordeals by both friendship and as an “scapegoat”. I have always found that I can talk to him no matter what and He always listens. While it is true dog is man’s best friend, this one has become...