Four Paws from Heaven: Devotions for Dog Lovers
By M.R. Wells, Kris Young and Connie Fleishauer
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With over 100,000 copies sold, Four Paws from Heaven is a surefire hit! Now with a fun new cover, three talented writers and dog masters share wisdom gleaned while walking through life alongside four paws. Through dog tales and human stories, this pack of short, enjoyable devotions focuses on spiritual lessons, including:
- who we are on the inside matters
- rebellion blocks blessings
- boundaries are for our own good
- using our talents glorifies God
- if we always bark, we won’t hear instructions
Pet lovers will find encouragement and guidance for their own life through invitations to reflect on the love, companionship, and insight dogs give to those who love them.
M.R. Wells
M.R. Wells has written extensively for children’ s television and video programming, including several Disney shows, the animated PBS series Adventures from The Book of Virtues, and the action video series Bibleman. She shares her Southern California home with the kitties and puppies she adores.
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- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5A book for dog lovers full of short solemn stories. The book is divided into 5 parts; Heart to Heart, Obedience Training, Meal Choices, To Heel or Not to Heel, Master Knows Best. Just beyond the foreword, the reader gets to meet the pups. There are images of seven dogs and each tells a little about their beed, description and personality. The stories draw the reader into a faith based journey with scripture provided. The story where Morgan (dog) is taken to the vet because it's feared he may have distemper was thought provoking. I could just imagine setting at the vet, cuddling any one of my three dogs, the way Morgan was being cuddled. As it turned out, Morgan did not have distemper. It seemed Morgan was lost but God helped restore him.
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Four Paws from Heaven - M.R. Wells
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Meet the Pups
Biscuit Wells
A fluffy white American Eskimo mini,
Biscuit mixes cover-dog looks with a Miss Congeniality temperament. A friend dubbed her Party Dog,
and it fits. She loves to play hostess or entertain guests with her small repertoire of tricks. She even made one up herself. When told to roll, she spins in a circle and flips herself over. Biscuit also tries to play Mama Dog
by helping me discipline my cats. And she’s quick to flip into watchdog mode and woof if she hears a sound that concerns her. But mostly she just hangs with me. When Biscuit was a pup and I went to visit her litter of four, it was she who took to me the most. She has been my friend and writing buddy ever since.
Morgan Wells
Part sheltie, part potluck,
and all personality, Morgan is a shy guy with a heart of gold. His black-and-tan fur is of varying lengths, and his feet are tipped with little white tufts. He loves to snuggle and could live on my lap. When he’s happy he leaps straight into the air or rubs his paw against his ear. He runs like the wind, but he will tuck his tail and drag his doggie heels to stall. Agile as a cat, he can leap a baby gate or spring onto a garden wall. The way he sneaks where he doesn’t belong has earned him the nickname Slink.
I took him in as a two-year-old rescue, and he lets me know daily how grateful he is—which reminds me I must thank my Savior too.
Gracie Young
Chunky and low-slung like a Eureka canister vacuum cleaner with legs, Gracie was probably the love child of a corgi-shepherd tryst. After a Good Samaritan found her wandering in a parking lot, Gracie made her way into my home and heart through prayer and providence. Sweet-natured and a little goofy, she had an uncanny ability to read my mind. I’ll always think of this little tan dog as one of my best pals. Gracie truly was a gift from God.
McPherson Fleishauer
Full of love and spunk, McPherson was a beautiful shepherd mix—the child of a Fleishauer dog and a wanderer. He was born on my husband Steve’s parents’ farm. He was our first pup as a young married couple, and we all learned a lot together. Despite a few missteps on our part, he matured into a fine working farm dog. When we had our own children, McPherson was right there to help, serving as a canine nanny to all three. Even in old age, he never relinquished his role as our family’s friend and protector.
Max Fleishauer
Small in stature but large in faithfulness, Max was a Boston terrier who often behaved like a tiny, proud lion. He never let his size deter him from his mission to guard us. He didn’t like to sit on laps, but if he thought someone needed him, he stretched out near them and wouldn’t leave their side. He was black-and-white, with a short, wide muzzle and large, round eyes set far apart. Some thought he was ugly, but we didn’t agree. Our daughter Christy spied him at a pet store where he’d been returned because of a birth defect. We thought he was perfect for us…and we never changed our minds.
Huxley Fleishauer
Huxley came to us by accident…sort of. I had gone to the SPCA (Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Animals) just to visit, not intending to walk off with another dog. Then this sweet little puppy looked at me. I told him, Forget it. You’re not coming home with me under any circumstances.
But his eyes convinced my heart, and he was ours. We were never entirely sure of his breeding, except that he was a mix, but he looked a lot like an American foxhound. He was tall and lean with a short tan-and-white coat. Huxley ruled as king in our backyard, chasing cats and climbing an occasional tree, and he was Steve’s right-hand dog for catching gophers. He also made a great security system with his repertoire of barks—and he was a great companion to us all.
Stuart Fleishauer
Welsh corgis are the Queen of England’s choice of dog. I certainly understand that. We found Stuart online. When we saw his picture, we knew he was meant for us. Stuart has a beautiful coat of red, tan, and white with black shadows. He’s strong and active and sturdily built, with short little legs that hide beneath him when he stretches out on the floor. He loves to play fetch, and he knows the names of every one of his toys. He loves to chase cats or run free in the yard. But most of all he just loves being with us—wiggling and cuddling and licking our ears or warming our hearts with his bright eyes and sweet smile. And when I write he is there beside me, as if to encourage me—like the great friend he is.
Part I
Heart to Heart
A Dog in the Hand
God Holds Us Fast
If I rise on the wings of the dawn, if I settle on the far side of the sea, even there your hand will guide me, your right hand will hold me fast.
PSALM 139:9-10
Shortly after I adopted Morgan, he became deathly sick. His next days were spent in doggie ICU.
Thankfully, he healed. Thrilled to have him back, I brought him home and let him out to do his business.
The next thing I knew, he’d gone AWOL.
I live in a hilly area. My south-side neighbor’s yard is lower than mine. Wire fencing separates our properties. Morgan found a gap in that fence and slipped through, doubtless lured by some bird or squirrel. He was having a ball!
I was having a fit!
Who knew if the next yard was gated? What if Morgan got out of that one too? He hadn’t had time to learn the neighborhood. Suppose he took off? Would he vanish forever? Never mind my investment in vet bills—I had lost my heart to this dog. I feared in the time it took to run through my house and around to my neighbor’s home, my little guy might be gone. Heart in mouth, I squeezed through the same gap in the fence and jumped down after him.
Somehow, I landed without breaking a limb and gathered the little runaway into my arms. Sighing with relief, I carried him out to the street. Only then did I realize I had locked myself out.
Though my back door was open, my front door wasn’t. The gate to my yard was locked too. I couldn’t hoist Morgan over the top of the gate or squeeze him underneath. I had no leash to tie him up. In my panic, I didn’t think to leave him with a neighbor. I seized on the only option I saw: to climb over the gate with my dog in my arms.
Folks, do not try this at home, but by God’s grace, I made it. I hadn’t lost Morgan. He had been at risk, but I had held him fast.
God has also held me fast when I’ve been at risk—like the time I nearly got myself and several others killed.
I had just finished college, I was still a young Christian, and I wanted to grow in my faith. I seized a chance to work on a training program at a Christian ministry. Before I left home, I took driving lessons and my parents bought me a car.
Since few on the program had wheels, the car got plenty of use. As a brand-new driver, I was still a bit tentative and nervous. At times I let someone else take the wheel and played passenger instead. That would have been a good idea one particular day.
I didn’t realize the cold medication I’d taken could affect my driving. I was leaving the ministry with a carload of people. I had to turn left onto a busy mountain highway. Thinking I had checked both ways, I hit the gas. I never noticed the car on my right, speeding toward me down the mountain.
The other driver swerved to avoid us, spinning his car toward the mountain’s edge. It stopped with inches to spare. His wife and baby were inside. They could have been killed. We all could have been killed if the cars had collided. But none of us were even scratched. God surely held us fast that day—it was a miracle!
My Master kept holding me fast in the days and weeks that followed. He knew I was still in trouble. Though I was physically unharmed, my psyche was chopped liver. Guilt and horror flooded me as I thought of the carnage I had nearly caused. I sank into depression. Our mountainous setting had some drops, and I still recall gazing over the edge of one, wishing I had the guts to jump. Deep down, I knew I wouldn’t go that far, but I longed to be out from under the smothering blanket of gloom that seemed as though it would never lift.
During all of this, God held me close…this time, through His people.
Caring Christians enfolded me with their prayers, encouragement, and counsel. They knew when to give me space and when to talk turkey. When the time was right, they urged me to learn from my mishap and move forward. A friend kept my car for a while, and then slowly got me back into driving—which I’d thought would never happen. Christ’s body became the arms of His love. In time I healed because, though I’d lost my grip, God hadn’t. He grips me still.
I kept Morgan close because I loved him. Years later, I still hold him fast. But one day death will take him from me. I am powerless to stop it. Not so my Master. He gave His Son to break death’s hold on me. His Word assures me that nothing can ever separate me from His love. I am safe in His hand, and He will hold me close forever.
My sheep listen to my voice; I know them, and they follow me. I give them eternal life, and they shall never perish; no one can snatch them out of my hand. My Father, who has given them to me, is greater than all; no one can snatch them out of my Father’s hand. I and the Father are one (John 10:27-30).
Consider This
Have there been times when you were at risk and God held you fast? What did you learn about His love? His power? His faithfulness?
How might God use you as His hand to lift up someone else?
Stop, Look, and Love
Love Takes Time
Love doesn’t make the world go ’round. Love is what makes the ride worthwhile.
FRANKLIN P. JONES
When we come home in the evening and let Stuart in, he runs to each of us, jumps in our arms, and greets us. If we sit, he will leap onto our laps and lick our ears. He understands not to do this to strangers, but he knows how much each of us loves him, and he’s eager to get the attention and affection he hasn’t had all day.
But, I must confess, there are times when we aren’t quite as eager to see Stuart as he is to see us. There are days when I’ll come home and not even let him in for a few hours. Or, if he’s already inside, I’ll barely say hi to him, pat his head, and go off to do my own thing. It’s not that I don’t care. It’s that the stuff of life has intruded. I’m busy and frazzled. I feel overwhelmed. I don’t want to take time right then.
One such day, there had been an accident at the school where I was teaching. A student from another class hurt his leg while trying to show off. It was a serious injury, and not a pretty sight, either. The class I was teaching had seen it, and my pupils were obviously affected. I had to adjust the rest of the day to help them through their feelings. When I got home, I was physically, mentally, and emotionally exhausted.
Stuart saw me coming and jumped up and down. Go away. I need to be alone now,
I told him. He retreated and lay down in another room. I could tell from how he slumped away that he felt hurt and rejected. It made me feel terrible too, but I let him go.
A little while later, I called Stuart back. He jumped onto my lap and was all licks and wiggles. Now that I was taking time with him, he felt loved and all was well.
There have also been moments when I didn’t take needed time with my children. I remember a day when my daughter Christy was quite small. We were at church, and I was talking with friends. Christy came up to tell me she’d choked on some candy, and a kind older woman had saved her. I wasn’t really paying attention. Oh, that’s nice, honey. Go play,
I said absently. I noticed she seemed upset when she left. But I wasn’t sure why till some time later, when the woman who’d helped her told me what had happened.
Christy didn’t bring it up again till we got home. Then she asked me with tears in her eyes if I’d listened when she told me Mrs. Unruh saved her life. I had to admit I’d been busy and hadn’t really heard her. I feel just awful that I didn’t listen to you earlier,
I said, sighing. I’m so sorry.
Because she knew how much I loved her, she forgave me. We hugged, and she ran off happily to play.
How do I do when it comes to taking time with my heavenly Father? Am I as excited to leap into His arms as Stuart is to leap into mine? Am I willing to stop and listen when He speaks? Or do I let the stuff of life intrude on our relationship? I must confess, too often it’s the latter.
Too many times I barely greet my Lord in the morning, and I often fall asleep when I talk to Him at night. There are days when I forget to open my Bible, even though I know He is eager to speak to me through it. Too often, I opt to spend time with friends or go shopping or play on the computer or veg out in front of the TV, rather than jumping into the arms of my Daddy.
Even when I am seriously into prayer, my mind may wander, drifting to something that is calling me from the outside. What am I going to fix for dinner? What should I wear to the program? When I catch myself, I pause, ask God’s forgiveness, and continue fellowshipping with my Creator. But it’s so easy for my focus to shift to my own needs. I don’t take the time to love God as I should.
Love is first on Stuart’s priority list. He always has time for us. He never lets the stuff of life intrude. I pray I will act on what this teaches me. I pray I will always take time to love, to be attentive to my family, and to leap into my beloved Master’s arms every day of my life.
Because your love is better than life, my lips will glorify you (Psalm 63:3).
Consider This
What is the stuff of life that intrudes on your taking time to love? How does this affect your relationship with loved ones? With God? What can you do about it?
Lifted Up
God Refreshes Our Hearts
Now, God be prais’d, that to believing souls
Gives light in darkness, comfort in despair!
WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE
Toward the end of Gracie’s life she was blind, deaf, and feeble in body and mind. After seizures, she’d wander the backyard, disoriented and lost, far from her food and water. This was troublesome on hot summer days. I’d find her lying in a secluded spot in the sun, panting and thirsty. When this happened, I’d lift her up, carry her into the shade, and place a dish of water beside her, which she quickly lapped up.
Reflecting on this has made me consider how my Master has often found me wandering, lost and disoriented, in the hot backyard of life. I’ve been panting and weary, far from spiritual food and water. And He has lifted me up.
I recall one particular morning when I woke up feeling low. I’d been busy of late, and perhaps had not spent enough time in God’s Word and in prayer. Add a touch of insomnia and the usual career anxieties, and instead of facing the day with a smile, my desire was to roll myself up in a ball and hibernate until things got circumstantially better. Maybe that’s what Gracie was thinking when she curled up in the backyard, her body weary with age, her sight and hearing gone: Just lie down, give up, and wait.
But unlike Gracie, I had my sight, my hearing, and a car. I decided to drive to the