Yesterday evening our mama chicken died. This morning mama turkey has wandered around, calling, calling, calling. My heart clenches in understanding and sadness...yesterday morning Suleiman died.
You may have seen him before. He came to me in the spring with a couple-year-old tumor in his lymph nodes. I took him to the hospital and got him started on TB meds (the strongest stuff we have here) and he was up walking and smiling and laughing a month or two ago. But over the last few months he's steadily declined until he finally gave in yesterday morning.
My heart aches with the knowledge of the depth of this loss. I brought him and his father the Book several months back and the doctor said he read it like crazy. But was it enough? I won't know this side of heaven. Did I do enough? Should I, could I have done more? It hurts.
I sat with the family a bit last night...they say people come and sit for 3 days following a death. They sat and talked and consoled each other. No one cried but me. Death is such a part of life here, and they seem to accept it a lot better. Admirable. As we walked home afterwards, my neighbor Mariam and I talked about how we can't accept the good from God and not the bad. We accept both and continue to say He is good. He loves the children...the chickens...so much more than we even do.
Pray with me that this knowledge of God's goodness and acceptance of His plan will somehow translate into a seeking of His way. Their peace in Suleiman's death is my distress over it. Please don't stop loving them through your prayers.
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