Sometimes God shows up and gently reminds us who is really in charge.
And if there’s one thing I know about God, it’s that He has a wonderful sense of humor.
I once read, “If you want to make God laugh, tell Him your plans.”
He reminded me of that truth today.
Yesterday began like so many others—coffee in hand, quietly scrolling through Facebook. Then I stopped mid-scroll at a simple post on a friend’s page:
A Familiar Heart Tug
“Who raises Dachshunds around here??”
My heart skipped. To my knowledge, there were very few local dachshund breeders. I messaged her out of curiosity. She had already found one a few hours away and had purchased a little female who would be delivered later that afternoon.
She wasn’t exactly what my friend had been searching for—this baby was smooth-coated, and her heart had been set on a longhair—but excitement filled every message we exchanged throughout the day. As the hours passed, she found another mini dachshund—a beautiful black male dapple. Still not a longhair, but now she had her breeding line. She was set. She was happy. She was looking ahead.
And I was happy for her…
while quietly feeling a familiar ache as I pictured her curled up on the couch with those sweet pups. The little female stole my heart.
If you’ve been here with me for a while, then you know my heart dog was a silver dapple dachshund named Odie Michael. He was my everything for over sixteen years. When he left my side that January day, time stood still. Even now, four years later, the memories remain strong.
I swore I would never have another dachshund.
The pain felt too deep.
The love too irreplaceable.
I wasn’t ready.
Or so I thought.
Starting over with a new puppy
This morning began the same way—coffee, quiet, easing into the day. Then I opened my messages and saw the words that changed everything.
“I think I am going to place this one and get a longhair.”
And just like that, God gently opened a door I had kept closed for so long.
My mind was made.
My heart softened.
And space appeared where I thought none remained.
I know now that no dog will ever replace Odie. He holds a sacred place in my heart that will always be his alone. But this little girl will carve out her own spot—right beside his.
So today, I trust God’s timing. I trust His plans. And I open my heart once again.
Welcome to the pack, sweet Daisy Mae.
