I remember a few years back my dog Paris tore a ligament in her knee chasing after a squirrel. She literally was screaming from the backyard, and for weeks had to walk on 3 legs.
Paris was in so much pain, and the vet wasn’t able to operate on her. The damage just couldn’t be repaired.
If you know me, you know I was a mess.
But. A good friend of ours had a vision of Paris’ knee being fully healed, and I remember praying a couple of times right after - and nothing had changed for her yet.
In frustration I said to God, “I know you heard me, so I don’t think it’s fair that I have to keep asking.”
I continued, “So, what do I need to do in the meantime?”
God replied, “Thank Me.”
And I did. Over and over. Thanking God that He heard me and that she would be healed.
3 weeks later.
The dog was running around school again!
God hears us.
God heals us.
God restores us.
If He loves our pets. How much does He love us!