One day as my husband and I were driving home from town he received a phone call from one of our daughters. When I asked him what she wanted, he grinned, hesitated, and then said, “I can’t tell you.”

Since it was the first of December I assumed it had to do with Christmas so I didn’t persist. But the first thought that ran through my head was, I hope it’s a puppy. The reason being was that our 12-year-old mini-dachshund had died over a year ago and I had gotten to the point of considering getting another one.

Two days later my husband admitted that he was thinking of surprising me with a dachshund puppy. My initial reaction was excitement. Then I started stressing over the fact that I didn’t know if I wanted the responsibility of housebreaking it, getting it to sleep through the night, and all that other puppy stuff.

I ended up saying ‘yes to the dog’ but quite honestly, I’m not sure I made the right choice. She’s a dachshund, so of course, she’s adorable and affectionate. But she’s also a big responsibility.

My point? What I hoped for was, in some ways, more than I wanted to deal with. But when we put our hope in God, we never have to worry about that. Putting your hope in God is never a mistake. Never more than we can handle. Never a disappointment or something we will regret.

Pray
God, thank You for the hope that is mine because of Jesus. In Jesus' Holy Name, I pray, Amen.