Calvin adopted our high school youth group on one of our summer mission trips. A small group of us were staying in a little town near Mt. Rainier doing work projects, leading youth group for the week, and doing a VBS at the church where we were staying. This little, bedraggled spaniel puppy appeared and wouldn't leave. He was clearly a stray with his tangled and matted hair-completely filthy. One of my favorite memories is caring for him, feeding him, washing him with a few other friends and working to transform his coat into the beautiful hidden gold. I have a picture of Calvin and me during his first bath that I have long treasured. Heather's brother Michael persuaded the leaders (somehow!) to allow him to take this puppy home, never knowing the amazing and special plan God had for this precious pup in their family. I have always loved Calvin and so wished I could have taken him home, but in God's amazing goodness, he ended up in a home where, years later, his gifts could be used to minister God's grace to others.
Calvin will be missed but he has served as a beautiful reminder that God knows all our needs, all our days before even one of them came to be.