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Millie aka Callie

This is the story of when God gave me Millie. Me and Brandon had been talking about getting a dog, and I was searching for the perfect one. I knew it would be a rescue so I started checking any sites I could think of. I was looking for a tricolor, one that looked like a shepherd, one that didn't get too big. I knew I was being picky, but after all it would have to be a dog we would love. I was searching one day on facebook. I saw a profile picture of a dog. It looked like the perfect dog. The exact one I was searching for. I clicked on their facebook.
After browsing for a very short period, I saw the dog named "callie," was still available for adoption. That in itself was a miracle, because she was the most beautiful pup I had ever seen. Under her picture said processing applications. The comments under her picture were all saying things like "we want her!" and "she's so cute! Is she still available?" Right out of the gate it seemed grim, but I sent that email inquiring about her anyway.
I was told that they already had a lot of applications on callie and are processing now. That I could still apply, but basically don't get my feelings hurt if I don't get her. I said I did understand, I just wanted to be considered. I filled out the application and waited. The next day was torture. I prayed all day for her. I remember having a conversation with my sister about it. I told her I was ridiculous, that people are dying and I'm praying for a dog. She told me that God loves giving us the desires of our hearts. So I continued to pray for this pup, but that if it wasn't in His will, that was okay too.
Then I went back and stared at her photo and read all I could on her. Which wasn't much since she was a rescue. I did find pictures of her and her siblings. Under the pictures it was noted that they were sheltie mix pups. Then I realized my grave mistake. You see, when I filled out the application, I called her an Australian shepherd. I said that's what I was looking for. I'm the last one in a long line of people to apply, and I don't even get the breed  correct?! I prayed harder. I remember saying 'if this happens, I will know it was from you.' It would have to be, because I'm the idiot who got the breed wrong. 2Corinthians 11:30 If I must boast, I will boast of the things that show my weakness.
The next day I got an email. The subject line just said "callie." My heart hurt as I opened it. I knew this email was going to evaporate any hope I had. This is what it said:
Hi Jessi,
We have processed applications and we are happy to say you have been approved to adopt Callie.
What?! How?! I was the last one to put in an application, and I didn't even call her by the right breed, and specifically said I wanted an Australian shepherd! How?! His  power is in my  weakness. I was in shock and awe. God is so good to me!
I arranged to meet callies foster mom, who actually isn't the one who decides which family is approved to adopt the pups. When I met her, she made the comment that the rescue received quite a bit of applications for callie. I told her how amazed I was that we were chosen. She told me that she was amazed too because I was the last to fill out an application. She didn't know how that happened, but I did. Despite all my determination to fall flat on my face, God gave her to me. She's a great dog, has fit into our family like she's always been here. She's that tricolor, medium, shepherd looking dog. She's kind and friendly. She goes by Millie now, except when I update her rescue mom on how she's doing. Then she's Millie, aka callie.


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