We made our way over to Gogo Frola’s house. Gogo means grandma in Setswati, the language they speak in little ol Swaziland.
We would visit her everyday to encourage her and sit in the presence of her laughter. She had a litter of 6 little puppies that lived outside.
On this day there was a little puppy lying out front of the house that I didn’t recognize. I picked her up and snuggled her for a few minutes.
As I set her down on the ground, her legs went completely limp.
She couldn’t walk.
Her legs didn’t work.
I watched her squirm on the ground as best she could. She whimpered and despair lived in her eyes.
“The neighbors dropped her off because she’s sick and there’s nothing they can do for her,” Gogo said.
I was certain she was going to die.
We prayed for her and walked home, feeling lost and heart broken. I wanted to take her with me. I wanted to give her a chance in this big world.
That night I prayed and prayed, and prayed some more. ‘Lord help this little one, heal her legs, help her walk again.’
We returned the next day and to our surprise she was still alive, shimmying around and still so very weak.
I held her and gave her all the love I held in my heart.
Love goes a long way.
I set her down on the ground… and then… SHE STOOD UP!!!!
Her wobbly legs could barely hold their own, but she was standing!
I gasped in amazement and couldn’t believe she was up on her feet. I bent down and placed my hand under her little body, giving her the extra support and confidence she needed.
My heart was leaping with joy.
She stumbled around on the dirt, but she had a fire in her heart and was determined to walk.
Everyday we returned and I’d encourage this little puppy to walk.
Within a few days, you never would have known she had been on the verge of death. She was running and jumping, growling and playing.
She was a completely new puppy.
The Lord had healed her, right before our eyes.
We named her Mira, short for Miracle.
Because that’s what she is.
A little miracle puppy.
