“Mommy, look what I found outside. Isn’t he cute?” My adorable daughter Ayla tried to show me her latest treasure, but I was too focused on the late-breaking terrible online news. After a long day and enduring 12 days straight at work, I just wanted to relax, read the online newspaper and then watch my favorite television game show.
It wasn’t meant to be.
“Yes, okay sweetie.”
“Mommy, look!” Ayla shoved the dog in my face. That got my attention. It was a real dog.
“Oh, my…yes it’s very cute, sweetie.”
“And, look. He talks!”
“He’s really funny, too!”
“Howdy, ma’am, my name is Teddy.”
Ayla giggled at the talking dog.
“I am a talking Chihuahua. I am from a tribe of the only talking Chihuahuas on the face of the earth.”
“This is amazing, Ayla. Where did you get Teddy?”
“Oh, I didn’t find him. He found me playing in the backyard.”
“Teddy, may I pet you?”
“Yes ma’am. Please do. Scratch my ears, too: it feels so good.”
I reach over and allowed him to sniff my hand first, then gently ran my hand down his back. Watching him exhale assured me that this dog was not a robot but a breathing, living animal.
“Amazing. I never thought I’d see the day.”
“Do you like him, Mommy?”
“Yes, Teddy’s seems to be very nice.”
“Can we keep him, please, please, please? He’s just widdle.”
“Oh, I am not so sure we can afford it…”
“I would be no trouble, at all, ma’am. When I need to go outside, I will let you know, quietly. No loud barking from me, ma’am.”
“Please, mommy, please?”
“Oh, let me think about it.”
“You can see the child is distressed about it, ma’am.”
“Well, okay. I’ll let you stay—temporarily. I can’t believe I’m talking to a dog.”
“Thank you so much ma’am.”
“Thank you, thank you, thank you, Mommy! You’re the best Mommy in the world!” Ayla hugged my neck. The she turned and grabbed Teddy’s collar and commanded, “Come on Teddy, we need to go outside and play house.”
“Yes, Princess Ayla.”
That was only the first hour.
One hour later, Ayla walked into the house with two Chihuahuas.
“What in the world? Are there two Teddys, or… what’s going on?”
“Please, Mommy, please can he stay, too? He’s just widdle.”
“Well, suddenly we have one dog one hour, and two dogs an hour later?”
“It is not a problemo, ma’am. This is my brother, Pedro; he will also be no trouble.”
“He talks, too! But he talks in Spanish, Mommy. Pedro is special.”
I found myself answering, “Oh, all right.” I had to agree with my daughter that they were both very ‘widdle’ and cute.
An hour later, Ayla ran into the house again—this time with four Chihuahuas.
“We’re all here, thanks to your daughter!”
“Now wait a second, here, Ayla! Where are all these dogs coming from?”
“They’re all outside, Mommy, come and see!”
I followed Ayla as she stepped out of the back door. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. The yard was crammed full of Chihuahuas of all colors, sizes and shapes. Round ones, fuzzy ones—teeny tiny skinny ones.
In unison, the crowd of Chihuahuas announced, “We are the widdles. Thank you, Ayla!”
I woke up. Normally I don’t remember my dreams, but that time I vividly remembered everything. My daughter; Teddy; Pedro, and then all those amazing talking dogs. Immediately, I prayed. “Lord what does this all mean?” He directed me to read the book of Acts—the book of conversions.
Then my iPhone Amazing Grace ringtone interrupted my prayer.
My best friend never calls at this time of the night, I thought. I wonder what’s wrong.
“Hi, this is Martina.”
“I know it’s you. Is everything okay?”
“That’s what I was about to ask you!”
“Everything is great on my end; I couldn’t sleep and I found myself praying for you. It was so strong, I finally felt compelled to call.”
I told Martina about the dream I just had.
“What does it mean?”
“One of the greatest things about the book of Acts is not only does it show how to be saved—Acts 2:38—but it also shows that the promise was given to the Gentiles—the dogs—as Jewish people thought of Gentiles back then. The dogs represent the church.”
“That’s funny—strange-kind-of-funny—because Ayla loves going to church.”
“Ayla is extraordinary.”
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