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		-------------------------------------------------------- WRITE 2 THE HEART Stories that are aimed "Write 2 The Heart" April 4, 2001 Volume 1, Issue 12 Cheryl Speir, Editor, moderator@write2theheart.com -------------------------------------------------------- By subscription only! Welcome to your next issue of "WRITE 2 THE HEART" ----------------------------------------------------- SPONSORSHIP NOTICE ----------------------------------------------------- For a FREE personalized health analysis profile, visit Teraforma Health, Inc. http://teraformahealth.com/tfh/56094.html Your personal profile results will be shown immediately along with appropriate nutritional recommendations. While there, check out our line of supplements. ----------------------------------------------------- This ezine may be freely forwarded to as many people as you wish, please send the whole issue. ----------------------------------------------------- Small Miracle truly is one of my family's favourite "remember when" stories. ----------------------------------------------------- Small Miracle By: Cheryl Speir ----------------------------------------------------- It was December 24. I was feeling very smug for having finished all my Christmas shopping before the last minute. The kids had given me their "want" lists and I had tried to comply. So, I thought, all was well. As we got up that morning, our five year old, Jeremy, came to us and told us that what he really wanted for Christmas more than anything was a mini-dachshund like Aunt Mindy's. "Honey you should have told us that when I asked what you wanted. It is to late to find a dog." "But I didn't know what to call it". He turned and sadly left our room. My husband said, "If that is the desire of his heart, God will provide one." I wasn't so sure, after all it was Christmas Eve and miniature dachshunds were expensive, and scarce. David grabbed my hands and said,"let's pray for one". And we did. He started dressing and it was obvious that he was getting ready to leave. "Where are you going", I asked. "To get Jeremy's dog," he replied. Just where do you think you are going to get a dog at this late hour," I asked? "I have no idea, but we prayed in agreement and it is the desire of his heart, so God will provide one, I just know I have to go and find it". With that he left and was gone all day. I transported the four boys over to my in-laws for our annual Christmas tradition of spending the night at the grandparents. My sister-in-law, Melinda, called and asked me to come over. David had come to her house and I needed to see what he found. With much excitement and more than a little disbelief, I made the short trip over wondering what I would find. How could he have found a dog like that? Surely he just found one he thought would be a good substitute. What I found was a small miracle named Digger Dan. David was all grins as he told the story of finding Digger Dan. After he left the house, he looked in newspapers and found no listings for miniature dachshunds and just drove around. He remembered seeing a house near where we lived that had several dachshunds in their yard and drove out to that house. He talked to the owner and told him what he was looking for. The man couldn't help him, he didn't know anyone with puppies. As David started to leave, the man called after him, "Hey, my daughter has more stud dogs than she needs and is looking for good homes for the ones she is not going to use any more." David got directions to her house and made the drive to the next community to talk to her. When he arrived, the gentleman had called ahead and David was met at the gate. She had one more dog she wanted to find a home for. She gave Digger Dan and his papers to David for Jeremy! Melinda bathed him and put a colourful collar with a bow on him. She would bring him over after the kids went to bed along with her mini dachshund, Oscar, and put him in the laundry room. The next morning, everyone opened their gifts. Jeremy sat near Oscar, petting and whispering in his floppy ears. When all gifts were opened, David told Jeremy that there was one more gift for him, that he should go look in the laundry room. Every one followed at his heals to see this "forgotten" gift. It was love at first sight. They bonded at that moment. Digger was five years old, red, with a dark streak down his back. His name came from his love of digging and nosing in the dirt. A perfect match for a little boy who spent his days digging in the sand. As Jeremy dug, Digger would use his nose to push the sand out of the way. It was always interesting to watch this dirty co-operation. The way this small dog came into our lives was a miracle, but the miracle didn't stop there. Jeremy at that time had night terrors. He had seen a news report about a girl that had been kidnapped from her bedroom while she slept. From that time he would not sleep all night and would wake up frightened. Digger changed that. No one but myself was allowed in the bedroom after Jeremy went to sleep at night. This was a problem. All four of my sons shared the same room and the older boys had a different bedtime than Tim and Jeremy. Each night I had to go hold 13 inches of fury so Chris and Aaron could get to their bunk beds. Finally, Digger realized they were not going to go away and accepted them. When Jeremy was told of this protective nature, he slept peacefully each night from that moment on. When Jeremy started school, Digger was miserable. He moped at my heals all day. That is, until it was time for the school bus. He would run as fast as those stubby little legs could go down the drive way with his ears flopping in the breeze. As soon as they met, Jeremy would drop to his knees and receive Diggers happy kisses. Once that was taken care of, home they would race to spend their time with Jeremy's lifelong friend, Howard, digging in the sand. I can still see those three little heads peering into the holes they dug, with Diggers dipping in to pull up sand with his nose. Howard's mom, Bonnie, got used to the fact that when Jeremy spent the night, Digger came too. In fact Digger thought her house was an extension of ours. Over the years, those three wore a trail through the woods to each others house. We moms knew Digger had proved himself time and again as their champion even when they were playfully menaced. Digger is no longer with us. He is a warm memory in our lives. Every once in a while I catch Jeremy pulling out Diggers papers from his top drawer where they are kept, and read them with a smile on his face. I know what the papers say, but it's what they don't say that brings the smile. They should read Digger Dan, small miracle. Cheryl Speir moderator@write2theheart.com ----------------------------------------------------------- Cheryl is editor and founder of Write 2 The Heart. She is married to her high-school sweetheart. Together they have four sons, two beautiful daughter-in-laws, and three grandsons. ------------------------------------------------------------ ------------------------------------------------------------ From Our Readers ----------------------------------------------------------- Got your write 2theheart. Funny you should send me that. Last week on Dr. Dobson, the subject was about Jabez Prayer. I didn't get to hear it all, but it sounded as though it was interesting. And Nancee's story sounded similar to mine. I am now married to my soul mate. We seem to always know what each other is thinking and he is so thoughtful. We very seldom disagree. Tell Jeremy Happy Birthday Karen ----------------------------------------------------------- Do you have a story you would like to share with our readers? We are currently looking for new writers. To submit, send your story as an email to: moderator@write2theheart.com ------------------------------------------------------------ ---------------------------------------------------------- My Place The excitement is building at my house. Jeremy will be graduating from high-school next month. This is one of those bitter-sweet moments in a families life. You are so happy they finished, yet sad that now they will be leaving the nest. David has done it again! He now has an annual spring tradition of hurting his leg. Two springs ago he fractured his foot, last year nearly cut off his leg with a chain saw, this year he fought a camper top and the camper top won, leaving him with a severe sprain. When spring fever hits, I need to lock him away till it passes. God Bless Cheryl ----------------------------------------------------------- CLASSIFIED ADS ----------------------------------------------------------- Visit TeraForma Health, Inc. http://teraformahealth.com/tfh/56094.html for a FREE personalized body typing. Discover which foods and exercise programs are right for your body type. ----------------------------------------------------------- Copyright 2001 Write 2 The Heart ------------------------------------------------------------ All subscriptions sent to your email free of charge.