Whatchamacallme: On October 12, 2005, my sister found four nearly newborn kittens; two were already dead. On the 13th, Calico, the bigger of the two, died. The next day, Dreamyr, the black and white tabby, died. I was more attatched to them than I realized and I took their deaths pretty hard, especially Dreamyr's...
I am feeling much better, though it's only been a day since Dreamyr's death. My mom and I took a relaxing hike in the local state park.
Battered and Bruised
My Lord,
It wasn't me, was it?
I know it was Your will...
It still shook me up...
My heart aches for one so young,
Barely yet begun to live.
Let this be a teaching.
My heart is breaking.
I feel responsible.
Though, some may say there was no hope,
Isay there was.
There was hope.
So long as I tried to feed it,
As long as I cuddled it,
Cared for it,
Loved it...
Who can know this anguish within me...
None but my Christ.
You know, Lord,
Do you not?
Look into my battered
And bruised heart,
Make it whole again,
Heal me.
I am tired;
Exhausted from this stress.
From the responsibility
Of its well-being.
Only one,
Where there once was two.
One has died,
The other lives still.
But for how long?
Will it die to?
I will not be able to bear it!
My LORD!
help...
I am feeling better... but it'll take a while 'til I'm healed.