Lunch-Break Miracles
By Diana Aydin

All Quiet in the Chapel

Earlier this year, Guidepost’s longtime administrative assistant, Sharon Azar, retired. It was a sad day at the office. Sharon is one of the kindest people you’ll ever meet, known for her spunky style, generous spirit and love of animals. Really, she was like the St. Francis of our floor!

Before she left, I sat down with her over lunch to discuss miracles. “I’ve got a story for you,” she told me, a twinkle in her eye. “This happened many, many years ago, but I’ll never forget it…”

At the time, I had three dogs–Franz, Barney and Ginger. The two boys, Franz and Barney, didn't see eye to eye, and I had great difficulty with their barking and frequent fights. On our walks, we stayed away from dog parks because they couldn’t socialize with other dogs. No matter what I did, Franz and Barney wouldn’t calm down.

Sharon with her dog,GingerFinally, I found a dog trainer, Robin Kovary, who agreed to work with me. Robin was wonderful. She’d helped develop a pet therapy program at St. Vincent's hospital in New York City, where she brought dogs in to comfort the patients. She was just as loving with my dogs, and right away the two of us became friends.

Shortly after, though, Robin passed away from breast cancer. St. Vincent’s had a memorial service for her in their chapel, and Robin’s friends and family were encouraged to bring the dogs she’d worked with. I wanted to go…but how could I walk into a chapel with my dogs? Franz and Barney were ready to pick a fight at any moment.

So I devised a plan. I’d go late and stand in the back that way I could make a quick escape the moment Franz and Barney started making a fuss.

I walked into the chapel the day of the memorial, holding on extra tight to the leashes. The pews were packed with large, medium and small dogs of every breed. At least 100 dogs in all! It should have been a madhouse. But it was eerily still, so quiet you could hear a pin drop. Maybe I shouldn’t go in, I thought nervously.

Just then, an usher pointed to a seat smack dab in the middle of the chapel. I tried to explain that my dogs weren't social and that I should really stay in the back. But, before I knew it, the usher had led me to the empty seat and I had no choice but to sit down. I was terrified, certain my dogs were going to cause a ruckus and ruin the sacred space.

What happened next, though, left me mystified. All three of my dogs sat down on the floor with a quiet obedience I’d never seen before. They didn’t bark at any of the other dogs or growl. They simply stared at the speakers at the pulpit. Very reverently, very sweetly. The chapel remained quiet the whole time, an entire hour. All the dogs, including my own, were rapt with attention.

Everyone in that room loved Robin and her spirit was clearly there. We were all feeling sadness and respect and love. The dogs felt it too. It was a magical, miraculous moment unlike anything I’d ever seen.

Have you ever experienced a miraculous moment with your pet? Share your story below!

Diana Aydin is an associate editor for Mysterious Ways magazine. When she was just a little kid, she got her first dose of the miraculous. She’s been on the lookout for miracles ever since. Her favorite time of the day is lunch time, when she gets to step away from the workaday world and enjoy a bit of God’s wonder, if only for an hour!

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April 7, 2010, my second husband's eldest sister was visiting from Chicago for several weeks, and his deceased sister-in-law from Louisana was visiting too. After breakfast, I told my husband that I had to pick up the rent money from renters of my house and go to the bank. So left anticipating I would return in about two hours. I returned sooner than expected. It was unusual the front door was unlocked, I came in knowing my Chihuahua, Dorito would come charging out yepping loudly (something my husband detested). I didn't hear Dorito so I tiptoed into the dining room hearing giggling in the kitchen. To my total dismay, I saw my husband and his sister-in-law in an intimate act. I was totally, unbelieving shock. Dorito was in his kennel very quiet, just looking at them then at me. They had not discovered I had returned. I was so shocked I couldn't move nor speak. Dorito never moved either, but his little eyes would just move from them to me. Suddenly, the sister-in-law saw me and starting crying making all kinds of excuses. My husband said a word or two but was beet red all the time, while the sister-in-law packed her bags and left. I packed all my things and moved out. If Dorito would have come out like the little spitfire he was, I would have never caught them. Evidently, their trysts have been going on for years. I never suspected anything from them. But things just started to fall in place from times I would catch them playing around. We divorced a few months later. My husband is an alcoholic to this day never admitting it and I never knew until two months after we got married. He was drunk every other day. My marriage was in turmoil and I wanted out. Luckily, Dorito knew that too so he didn't bark when I came in. Today, my little Dorito is 19 years old. He has cataracts, deaf, and has congestive heart failure. But he is still feisty. I promised to take care of him till his time comes. I owe him so much for saving me from a very abusive marriage.

All secrets will come to light. Jesus knows all, and reveals it to us in His mercy. Thanks for sharing. May God keep you and your precious one in His care many more years. There is a peace that only Jesus can give us when we live without a husband. May all your days be filled with love!