I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges. I am brown and white and… purple.
Me: You had an abrasion on your head and we sprayed some antiseptic on it. No biggie. The purple lets us know where the spray went.
Stella: What’s an abrasion?
Me: A scratch.
Stella: Oh, yeah. I felt that. That’s still no good reason to spray purple on someone’s head. I am a purple head.
Me: No, you’re not. It’s just one small spot. And a few other little spots you got when you jerked your head away. It will wash off.
Stella: Snuffle. I am a purple head.
Me: The spot is already healing. Your hair is growing back.
Stella: My hair is growing back purple.
Me: No, it’s not. Well, maybe a little. But it will wash out. And purple is a nice color.
Stella: Not for a bulldog.
Me: You are still brown and white. Do you know that, when I asked God for a dog I could help and be good to, I envisioned a brown and white dog?
Stella: A bulldog like me?
Me: No. I had never met a bulldog. In my mind, I saw a pointy muzzle, a little dog.
Stella: Not like me at all?
Me: No, not like you at all.
Stella: Awwww, then I am a mistake and not what you prayed for.
Me: Not true, Stella. You are exactly what I asked for. I just didn’t know it until later. You came a couple of months after that prayer. You weren’t what I expected. I didn’t recognize you as an answer to prayer. At first. But then, with time, as I got to know you, I realized…
Stella: …that I was an answer from the Great Creator.
Me: Yes. But don’t get a big head over it. The LORD has used a talking donkey for His purposes before.
Stella: Well then, He can certainly use a bulldog. Of course, He can. We are a lot easier to work with than jackasses.
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