Yesterday, I shared about “Blowing Up the Log Jam” which detailed a painful, but helpful and freeing step in my family’s debt-reduction process. Today, I am sharing a much brighter story that brings a smile every time I remember it.
Just over seven months into our Total Money Makeover commitment the strain of living in our self-imposed strict budget was beginning to wear on me significantly. I wanted things. My “wish list” was growing and it seemed the possibility of fulfillment of any of my desires was never going to happen. I was daily praying for our needs and wants and was reminding myself almost hourly that all I really needed was Jesus. I asked for the Lord to reveal himself to me and to change my passions and desires so that material things wouldn’t matter so much. “All I need is you, all I need is you…” was my fervent response when I was reminded of all the things I wanted out of life.
One particularly absurd but strong desire was for a cute, little dog. We never had much success with pets and after a string of bad experiences I had finally decided that we were not a family cut out to care for an animal. I was adamant about this but suddenly having a cute, needy, little dog was first and foremost on my mind. This desire grew and I began to talk about it. It seemed like everyone in our neighborhood had a dog and they stood out to me everywhere!
Finally one day we stopped at a pet store to look at the puppies. I didn’t know what breed of dog I wanted but assured my family that I would know when I saw it. I stopped at a cage that had two Yorkie puppies in it and knew instantly that this was the breed of my “pet parenthood” dreams. My son & daughter were as enraptured as I was and we asked to hold one. My husband who is gifted with objectivism asked the store worker the question I dreaded most.
“How much?”
When the worker answered, my husband turned and left the store without a word. My children & I hastily returned the puppy to its cage and followed. My tears flowed freely as my husband reminded me of the commitment we had made, the journey we were on and all the other reasons why spending that much money on a dog was a bad idea. I didn’t disagree with him. He was right. I was despondent because I didn’t know what to do with the desire that had taken firm root in my mind.
Shawn asked me an important question. “Do you think God wants to bless you with a dog?”
“No.” was my tearful answer.
Why would God care one way or another if I got a cute, little dog? There are starving children in other countries and needs way greater than mine…even in a strict budget…no, I didn’t believe for one minute that my desire to have a dog would register with God. My patient husband encouraged me to be obedient to our goals and believe that God would bless me with my desire for a puppy. He also reminded me that pet store prices are extremely inflated and that getting a pet from a private breeder would likely cost much less.
“But I liked that one!” I protested.
"You will like another one just the same” he admonished me.
I spoke with my mother later that day and she reinforced my husband’s reasoning. We located a private
breeder who was selling puppies for ¼ the price of the pet store, but God had not provided the income so we were stuck.
I eventually got to a place where I relinquished my desire in prayer with many tears but with a strong sense that this decision was going to influence my future. Was it going to be God’s way or mine? I called the breeder and left a message saying that we didn’t think we could commit to purchasing the puppy and to find another buyer.
The very next day we left for a family reunion. I wasn’t relishing the travel out of town but it was the first family gathering since the death of my paternal Grandmother and I knew that this was an important event for us to attend. We knew we’d have fun when we got there but we had to resolve to enjoy the drive as a family and not get stressed out on the way. We listened to the audio book “Celebration of Discipline” and talked about what God was doing in our lives and our dreams for the future. It was a beautiful day.
At the reunion I got in a deep conversation with one of my aunts and I shared with her the miracle that God was performing in our life through the Total Money Makeover and all the amazing provisions He had made for us along the way. I wasn’t sure how truly interested my aunt was in my story but I was excited and I wanted to tell anyone who would listen to me.
My aunt got a funny look on her face as she listened to me wrap up my story. She was smiling in a sneaky; I know something you don’t know kind of way that instantly made me stop and ask her what was going on. She shared that they had been planning on waiting until later but since I had been talking about financial breakthroughs they might as well let us know now.
As I shared previously, I had received an inheritance from my paternal grandmother. My aunt shared that the sum we had received was only the insurance portion. They had wrapped up her estate, paid taxes and now they were divvying up the money the same way they had previously. My uncle handed me a cheque that amounted to more than what we had received previously. I wasn’t expecting this. I had no idea. I went over to my husband who was swimming at the time and showed him the gift.
“Do you think this will cover the cost of the puppy?” I asked mischievously.
We enjoyed our family time and we talked like excited children all the way home. There was enough finances to wipe out a significant portion of our family debt, buy a few needs and even a couple wants like an adorable, new puppy and a mini-vacation for the family, but most importantly…to give.
We recognized during that delirious ride home that if we held on to every penny of that gift like it was going to be the last blessing we were going to receive, it very well could be. I recognized that God wants to bless us with every good thing but He also needs to know that He has our heart first.
I used to write my Grandma a letter after every birthday to tell her about my life and how I used the gift of money she gave me in my annual birthday card. This was the final gift she ever gave me and I know that she would rejoice over the good it has done.
Lastly, our cute, little dog named Milo has ended our curse of bad pets. She has been a blessing to me and my family for 2 ½ years now and we couldn’t imagine a better outcome. She wins the hearts of all who meet her. I even got to spend more than a year at home with her before I began working full-time for OBFF and she adjusted to my new full-time work schedule beautifully. God is so good and I think He might just have a weakness for Yorkies too.