I wanted to catch you up on everything going on this week, but it is entirely too much for one post, and since I know that most of my readers are busy and have more important things to do than sit around and read my blog, I thought I’d share this in a seperate but completely as notable as the previous post.

I know you are probably wondering why this post has the name ‘dog bite’, is it some sort of figurative idea that I’m trying to make work for the sake of analogy? I cannot answer that now for it will spoil what will come, but please don’t read ahead, just let the story read as it should. (I’ve just finished flashbang and I’m thinking this is why I’m blogging like an internal monologue, I’m easily influenced what can I say)

Today my whole team went to the vet school to spend time in prayer and to also meet students in hopes of getting in spiritual conversations. We took some time praying for Sweden and I got to share some exciting updates that my dear friend Lindsey has kept me informed of what is going on there. We paired up and ventured out to do solarium with these students. Sometime I’ll write all about why I think pictures work better than a plain jane survey. (okay getting side tracked) So there we were, I was with Mirka and Aaron. We talked with a few girls and Aaron assumed his role as the guy who prays on the bench beside us while we were talking with girls. Then, we wanted to give Aaron his chance to talk to guys. Mirka went with them because she is the fluent Slovak speaker (obvious) and I was supposed to assume my role as pray-er. I’m not very good at this “seemingly silent” role. So, I prayed for awhile and as I was walking around I saw Carlyn and Biba talking with two girls - I prayed for them, I saw Matt and Dara talking to a guy - I prayed for them. But then, I wanted to talk to people. So, since we were at the Vet School there was a group of girls standing there with their dogs - this might indicate if the story is taking a literal or figurative turn. But maybe not, I am quite the accomplished blogger. I saw these 3 girls, standing there smoking, with their dogs, so I took the opportunity to approach. I walked up and all of a sudden this pit bull angry dog comes barking and sniffing towards me, immediately attracting the attention of Carlyn, Biba, Matt, and Dara who are strategically placed to see…the dog bite…yes, this dog is biting, nipping at the back of my leg. And I think, these girls HAVE TO BE nice to me now. They were, but they had already been approached to do the survey by someone else on my team and spoke very little english. But it was after this, after the bite, the sting, that I found this next girl that I talked to.

She was walking slowly, slower than others on campus. So I approached her, leg hurting, and asked her if she spoke english, to my complete surprise, she said a resounding, “yes!” and we started talking. Her name is Kristina and she speaks great english. She told me through the course of our conversation that different people are brought into our lives to influence us spiritually and that she is looking for such a person. So I got her contact information and asked if we could get coffee together sometime to talk about our spiritual journeys. She agreed and was even thankful. I am thankful.

This is where the dog bite is figurative and I might dip into being completely cheesy here, but please go with it. I think it is sometimes after the “dog bites” the tough things, that we see God more clearly. We see Him because we know what pain feels like, even when we look for Him there, we draw nearer to Him. This is where you, dear reader, are correct either way, the dog bite is both literal and figurative.

*On a practical note, my leg is fine, it will heal as do all wounds.