God’s comfort at the loss of my beloved dog. (My regular updates go to my blog http://glendakempharper.blogspot.co.za/p/my-diary.html Read and Pray with Glenda Kemp Harper blogspot. Please see the regular post there.
My beloved dog is dead. My intense pain made me apologize to God for loving my dog as if it is my child; my little girl. Then God comforted me and met me where I am, by bringing this verse to my mind:
“But the poor man had nothing except one little ewe lamb he had bought. He raised it, and it grew up with him and his children. It shared his food, drank from his cup and even slept in his arms. It was like a daughter to him” (2 Samuel 12:3).
(Mourning the death of my dog. She died of cancer and was riddled with lumps.)
God’s comfort Yesterday at the beach I saw the swelling waves as cancer lumps that just get bigger and bigger; and then it breaks and then it bows down and God smooths it down with his calming hand until it is one with the moist sand and forms a peaceful smile along the shore. So God will break the pain and turn the mourning in to peace and smiles. He always talks to me with that ever moving ocean. (12 March 2013)
“For crying out loud!” Make this more than a saying. Vent that sorrow through loud cries while travelling down the road at any speed over 40. Yes, I discovered my moving car an excellent venue for crying out loud. Sound privacy is one of the unmentioned perks sealed in to a car deal for those on the move. Some sorrows are more than a face- in- the- pillow can handle. Neighbours might come running in with weapons, meaning to protect a damsel in distress and becoming robbers of the damsels privacy instead. A crinkled faced through a moving car window has the same mould for a lough as it has for a cry. This face image won’t set of a police car siren or any other motorist attention; all eyes are on the road. (Just make sure yours are too!)