After years of a tumultuous, childless, marriage Millie Graves ached for a little bundle of God' s love to call her own. Her long awaited, hard fought for, pet adoption day was landmark, yes, but how could she have ever foreseen what was ahead. Is God able, indeed willing, to turn trauma into triumph? Let's take this life changing journey together, then hold tight to experience His unfathomable love and faithfulness.....
Fingers beneath nose, Millie smelled her own blood. Winston had uncannily remained secure in her lap during the melee. Millie suddenly experienced a warm, but tender, sensation trembling her leg. She felt about in the dark, found Winston's silky noggin and realized he busily licked her wounded knee. She remembered reading that dogs had natural antibodies in their mouths and, if true, she welcomed his gentle care.
The constant up and down, side to side, jolts caused Millie's head to pound excruciatingly. She felt her stomach rise up within and join the pounding above. She strained to focus, and draw a deep breath. Millie finally looked ahead and saw Michael behind the wheel of his SUV; the realization flooded her heart with desparate relief. But up against him was a large man’s hand with a gun pointed directly into Michael’s ribcage as he drove.
She traced the arm in his side until she saw the back of what could have only been Bubba’s huge head directly in front of her. The man's abductee then panned out the back window again and this time she concluded they were surely somewhere in the frigid wilderness - traveling on rough terrain. Millie wondered how she possibly ended up there; in the middle of the wintry night and nowhere, in an SUV with two men, two dogs, and a cat. None of which, just twenty-four hours before, she had laid eyes on.
...And where, for God's sake, was her husband?
“Lord, please help me,” was all she could muster as she dropped her head back, gasped for air, and closed her eyes.