Lucas Isaiah Lewis
He replied, Because you have so little faith. Truly I tell you, if you have faith as small as a mustard seed, you can say to this mountain, 'Move from here to there,' and it will move. Nothing will be impossible for you." Matthew 17:20
Dana was always so impressed with the loyal obedience Lucas had for me. I was Luke's master and he obeyed well.
Lucas was our beloved Yorkie we got the privilege to have as part of our family for fourteen years. I have not really talked about him in-depth since we had to say "so long" three years ago. This house is not the same without him. I still catch myself hearing him in small ways (his nails on the hardwood, his sneezes or snores, and scratching around in his bed.) Living without him in our house has been harder than I ever thought and tears still sting my eyes when he walks through a memory in my mind.
We adopted him at six weeks old. I eagerly became his mama and quickly trained him of the ways of our household. Dana was his best friend, always eager for him to come walking through the door each evening; Cameron was his sibling, wrestling and play arguing with one another, always stirring up a ruckus; Corey, his favorite pal and bed buddy. When Luke thought it was time for 'them' to go to bed he would sometimes sit at Corey's bedroom door, patiently waiting (boy, was that hard to get used to when Corey moved away.) He brought laughter inside our home just at the time we needed it most.
But the whole obedience he had with me that he shared with no one else was quite amazing. I didn't realize until it was brought to my attention years later how he would listen to me and do as I told him when no one else had that command over him. I could point to where I wanted him to go and he would go. I could give one word commands or a nod of my head and he heard and obeyed. He knew where to sit while he waited on his bath, his food, or his medication. I trained him to use pee-pads in the garage because he was allergic to 'grass' (and everything else in the great outdoors) during his older years (bless him). Our communication was spot on. He understood me and I him. From 'stop', 'go', 'down', 'turn', 'sit', 'stay', 'back up', 'no' are just some of the words I can remember. He and I really did enjoy our walks on the treadmill (he would never admit that though.)
We formed this relationship because I believe he trusted me. He knew I was his ultimate care giver. We were together more of the daylight hours than anyone else. He would do anything to please me and was eager to obey any command I gave him. He trusted me with his life. I miss him so much.
If we could only have faith of a mustard seed imagine what we could do? If we truly trusted in our Master think of all that He could accomplish through us? If we obeyed Him at every command and followed Him wherever He leads think of the amazing things we would witness in our life and the lives of others. May we rise up and believe that miracles still happen in our day. It only takes faith of a mustard seed.
I love you & He loves you more!
Lord, May we refuse to settle for the ordinary. Help us to rise up and believe in Your miracles. Engage our hearts to look to You to do great things. Wipe out any access the enemy has to our lives and may we humbly trust in You to do mighty things in our midst. And thank You for Lukie-Luke, he touched each of us in a special way we will never forget. In Jesus' name. Amen.