I am a bonafide dog lover.  I enjoy animals in general, except for snakes-an entirely different post, but dogs hold a special place in my heart.  Dogs have been a part of my family for most of my life, and I have learned many lessons through their companionship. Five years ago is no exception.  I had two Australian Shepherds, Abby-the older, alpha female from a strong pedigree of show dogs, and Murphy-the docile, compliant male rescue dog.  Aussies, as their owners refer to them, are highly intelligent, loyal herding dogs with oodles of energy.  They were a good fit for my active family and helped me in my discipline to exercise by walking them four miles a day.  The three of us enjoyed the fresh air, the sights and sounds of the Southern California landscape, and the company of friends and family that occasionally joined us.  I felt a sense of safety with my dogs knowing they had a fierce loyalty to me.  As herding dogs, they never left my side.  Abby, in particular, was the protector.  If she felt a threat from another dog, certain breeds especially, she would bark and let it be known that we were not on a joy stroll, but were carrying out the serious business of getting from point A to point B.  It was embarrassing at times how bossy she was, and yet comforting at the same time.  These dogs were incredibly valuable to me.

One fine afternoon, some five years ago, we were about three quarters done on our circuit when I saw out of the corner of my eye, two German Shepherd dogs charging towards us at full force.  I remember thinking, “this is not good”. There were no people around us, and those dogs were not on a mission to make friends.  They were on the attack.  I envisioned a bloody fight between these dogs who pledged their instinctual loyalty to me with those dogs that had a destructive agenda.  I immediately started praying out loud.  Those dogs made a low guttural growl as they crept up slowly to us.  One was in its younger years, while the other one was older with grey hair.  I kid you not, their eyes were not normal looking.  They were a greenish yellow and had the appearance of hate.  I looked the younger one straight in those creepy eyes and firmly said, “Go home.”  It left right then and there.  The older dog came closer never breaking eye contact with me as it circled around us growling and drooling, then stood right in front of me and my Aussies.  I continued praying audibly.  As I was praying it occurred to me that these dogs of mine never flinched, barked, growled, lunged, or showed any response whatsoever.  It was as if they could not see, hear, or smell those dogs that had ill will against us.  Incredulous!  Anyone familiar with my dogs would not have believed their demeanor.  It was as if we were enclosed in a bubble that could not be penetrated.  I looked again at the elder German Shepherd and sternly said, “Go Home!”  Not a bite, not a scratch, not a fight.  Nothing but an exit.  We never again encountered those dogs.

As we walked towards home, I was both shaken and exhilarated knowing without a shadow of doubt that God had just made a Scripture come alive in me.  I quoted it aloud in awe.  It was Isaiah 54:17a NKJV which says, “No weapon formed against you will prosper…”.  I was in a deep spiritual battle at the time, and God communicated to me His promise through the example of these dogs and those dogs.

This may seem a bit way out there for some.  Trust me, it was a wild ride for me.  I had just stepped into realm of the supernatural where I was allowed to see things that cannot be seen in the physical realm.  There was no natural explanation why my dogs had zero reaction to what happened.  It just so happened that the very Scripture I needed to confirm the Divine protection over me had popped into my head and out of my mouth.  I had a taste of more of the true reality, and that created an even hungrier appetite for God’s Presence.  I confess that I have shared this story with a few who are close to me, and probably out of the fear of saving face, I have kept it quiet by not putting it into words for others to read.  That was to my loss.  My victory is in sharing what might be scary, yet may give others the strength and hope they need to believe the incredulous.  As is the Henry David Thoreau quote on my website page, “How vain is it to sit down and write when you have not stood up to live.”  STANDING.  LIVING.  BELIEVING.


    1. Thank you Becky. I am doing well and pray the same for you. I saw where you posted my link on Facebook. I really appreciate that, more than I can say.

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