A Child's Toy

I only wanted the furry brown toy to be a real puppy. I would pray at bedtime, truly expecting God to perform the miracle in the dark of night. I wanted to awake in the morning, greeted by my very own pup. Of course, he would have to have the same shiny eyelids, satin-lined ears, stubby tail, and harmless, pink tongue.
I knew it could happen. God was real, and He could make my toy into a real, live dog. When He didn't, I was disappointed. But it didn't shake my young faith. I decided He knew what was best for me.