During Hurricane Laura, I evacuated to Lafayette, along with my dog, Max. One day, one of my brothers had us over to eat grilled hamburgers.
I adopted Max when he was five years old. He is an Italian Spinone and likes water, but he has never been swimming. When we weren’t looking, Max jumped into the backyard swimming pool.
We didn’t notice what was going on. Finally, we saw Max literally dog-paddling in the pool, somewhat frantic. He had found his way into the pool, but couldn’t find his way out.
So with the help of another brother, I pulled Max from the water. This was no easy task because he weighs 80 pounds. Soaking wet, he was much heavier. But between the two of us, we got the dog out of the pool. He rewarded us by shaking himself somewhat dry and splattering us with water.
I don’t know about you, but I sometimes find myself in a situation like Max. We sometimes find ourselves in the “deep end” with seemingly no way to get out. I am so thankful today for a Savior who reaches out his hand to save us.
Like the old hymn proclaims, “I was sinking deep in sin, far from the peaceful shore. Very deeply stained within, sinking to rise no more. But the Master of the sea, heard my despairing cry. From the water lifted me, now safe am I.”
It was a close call for my old dog, Max. I’m thankful that he is okay. And so thankful for the reminder of God’s grace.