Last week I wrote about how the days between disaster and restoration can be tough. Little did I know how prophetic that would turn out to be for my family. Our beloved senior Shih Tzu, Pabu, passed away last week. Despite the peace that comes from knowing she is no longer suffering, we are heartbroken. Her absence has left an enormous hole in our hearts.
I often have people tell me they only pray about big things because they don’t believe God wants to be bothered with trivial matters like family feuds and pet problems. I disagree. When we become believers, God becomes our Father. Any dad who doesn’t want his children to talk to him about their daily life isn’t much of a dad. I think our Heavenly Father wants us to come to Him with everything. If it matters to us, it matters to Him.
As ridiculous as this might sound, I believe God cares about Pabu, and I know He cares about our broken hearts. Jesus said the Father knows every hair on our head and is aware when the tiniest sparrow falls to the ground. Nothing escapes His eye. He is passionate about us, and He is good. So incredibly good.
Nathan and I have consoled each other by telling funny Pabu stories and talking about God’s love, goodness, and promises of restoration. I don’t care what tragedy you experience; He is in it with you. In fact, Psalms says God cares so much He catches your tears in a bottle. And He is all about redeeming and restoring. Remember, Friday’s disappointment is Sunday’s empty tomb. And He’s not going to run out of miracles anytime soon.
We wanted a miracle to fix our old girl, Pabu. We prayed for that miracle. Despite her death, we knew God didn’t fail us. He just had a different plan than we did.
Much to our surprise, restoration came much quicker than we expected. God miraculously gifted us with a 2-month-old wiggling, wagging ball of fluff no bigger than a minute. She is an adorable Shih Tzu mix, and her antics have brought laughter back to our home. And while she can’t and won’t take the place of Pabu, we recognize she is a gift from a gracious God, so we named her Gracie. Gracie Piglet McCloskey, to be exact.
So, life goes on. The bitter and the sweet once again intermingle in my life. If you show up at our house, don’t be surprised if you see a lot of laughter and tears. That’s just the way things go this side of Heaven. But no matter what, He is still our good, good Father, and He always knows what’s best for us. He even cared about what was best for Pabu. As the new lyrics from Crowder go, “Good God almighty, I hope You’ll find me praising Your name no matter what comes. ‘Cause I know where I’d be without Your mercy. So, I keep praising Your name at the top of my lungs. Tell me is He good? (He’s good). Tell me is He God? (He’s God). He is good God Almighty!”
Dedicated to the Late, Great Pabu McCloskey. The best dog in the world.