My brother has had a lot of challenges in his life, and he has not always risen to them. Few, actually. There's been a lot of bad in his life, but one shining item of perfection was his dog, Maggie. She'd follow him anywhere and was the epitome of loyal. But this week she decided to go on an adventure walk in downtown Idaho Falls, and she has not been seen since.
My brother is distraught and my mother, who has never liked a single animal in her life but for this one, has spent countless hours looking for the dog, praying for the dog, to be honest I think that Maggie is one step away from being put on the prayer roll at the temple.
I get daily updates about the search for Maggie, and I truly do hope that she is found. But today I called my Mom with exciting news about my family and asked that she keep us in her prayers. She told me that she would, and then she added, "I'll keep praying for you and for Maggie."
Hey. Back up. Me and MAGGIE? In the same breath? I had to ask, let's just say in an everyday prayer, exactly who is coming first? Me or the dog? Because I like the dog and all, but I am her daughter, mother of her granddaughters. . .I don't know, I kind of think that I should come first. To which my Mom responded, "Yes, but Maggie could be DEAD. You're fine."
So please pray for Maggie so maybe I can get some attention from my Mom again.