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Since Mom's surgery was going to be late in the afternoon, I went on into work. On the way back to Baldwin County, I stopped at a spot on the Causeway to talk to my friend on the cell phone about my Mom's status. While talking, I noticed this huge ball of hair and knew it was a pig--a dead pig. Someone had killed him, harvested the meat, and then left his carcass to rot. It's such a shame.
The reality of life is that we all must die. That's so sad and heartbreaking, especially if you don't have the love of God to sustain you. This little sparrow has been sick for a few days. When I didn't see it yesterday, I figured it had finally succumbed to death's beckoning. Yet when I arrived home from work, there it sat on the feeder. She wasn't feeling good and was given to chills. I just wanted to scoop her up, love her, and let her die gently in my hands, but she would have been terrified. So I left her alone in peace. I expect her to be gone in the morning. Poor thing. I just keep praying that God take her peacefully. "Are not two sparrows sold for a penny? Yet not one of them will fall to the ground apart from the will of your Father." ~Matthew 10:29 Texture by Kim Klassen Cafe.
I know, it's pretty gross, but I'm trying to expand my horizons--get out of my comfort zone. This adds to my macabre, albeit small, collection of death photos. For some odd reason, I dreamt twice this week about death--really queer dreams. Although death is a natural part of life we sometimes try to sugarcoat the realities of it. Faced with death, what do we do? If we are given the luxury of time, do we say our goodbyes, make amends, and prepare for eternity? If death comes unexpectedly, are we ready? "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten son, that whosoever believeth in Him, should not perish, but have everlasting life." (John 3:16 KJV)
This poor little American goldfinch was rain soaked and asleep on my birdfeeder when I went out to refill it. He scarcely moved as I stood closer and closer. Even my chattering didn't cause him to stir. I knew he was sick. He finally flew to a low branch on an azalea bush and wearily watched as I added more seed. Death is such a sad part of life. It's heart breaking. All I wanted to do was scoop him up in my hand and hold and comfort him. Of course, I know it would have made his dying worse. I'm sure he died today and I'm teary eyed just thinking about it. But I'm reminded that God holds all life in his hand and cares even when a tiny bird falls. "All creatures look to you to give them their food at the proper time. When you give it to them, they gather it up; when you open your hand, they are satisfied with good things. When you hide your face, they are terrified; when you take away their breath, they die and return to the dust. When you send your Spirit, they are created, and you renew the face of the ground." ~Psalm 104:27-30
The peace of my favorite little cemetery was shattered today. I wanted to try to catch some of the morning light and stumbled upon this tragedy. It looks like this little deer tried to jump the fence and was unable to cross, getting caught in the bars. At some point, the coyotes got to her.
Since Mom's surgery was going to be late in the afternoon, I went on into work. On the way back to Baldwin County, I stopped at a spot on the Causeway to talk to my friend on the cell phone about my Mom's status. While talking, I noticed this huge ball of hair and knew it was a pig--a dead pig. Someone had killed him, harvested the meat, and then left his carcass to rot. It's such a shame.
Since Mom's surgery was going to be late in the afternoon, I went on into work. On the way back to Baldwin County, I stopped at a spot on the Causeway to talk to my friend on the cell phone about my Mom's status. While talking, I noticed this huge ball of hair and knew it was a pig--a dead pig. Someone had killed him, harvested the meat, and then left his carcass to rot. It's such a shame.
Since Mom's surgery was going to be late in the afternoon, I went on into work. On the way back to Baldwin County, I stopped at a spot on the Causeway to talk to my friend on the cell phone about my Mom's status. While talking, I noticed this huge ball of hair and knew it was a pig--a dead pig. Someone had killed him, harvested the meat, and then left his carcass to rot. It's such a shame.
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