Over the last week we have experienced death twice on our little homestead.
Last Thanksgiving night Abby's little cat, Alice, at just two year's old fell very sick and within 6 hours has died.
At about 10:30 pm that night, she woke us with two loud howling sounds and then all fell silent as Mike and I stroked her soft fur and her little body fell still. That was the first time I had been beside a living thing as it departed this life here on earth.
We waited for family to leave the following day to share the sad news with the children. Oh, so sad.
Yesterday, Sarah found a sick chicken out in the coop and asked to bring her in. I said sure and suggested that she get a box and put some hay in the bottom. Sarah spent about an hour feeding and holding and just loving that hen. Then, just about 60 minutes later, the little chicken gave two loud last gasps of life and fell over still. She had witnessed the last moment of life as just a week ago, my husband and I had experienced.
My thoughts have been filled once again with the question of my purpose here on earth - why have I been given this precious life, and more importantly how I am to spend these moments that I have here. How am I to live a life that reflects God's love?