You Never Asked for a Purple-Headed Dog – Conversations with Stella

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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