I hate animals...I really do. I think they are dirty and gross and I don't want them to touch me, ever. If you have very large dogs in your house, I probably won't come over - seriously, they scare me! Having said that, I am currently attached to two sets of animals. First, we got these fish for Levi about a year ago (this was all Garet's doing). We thought he would love them and Levi could care less. The only person that has enjoyed them is
Kimberly's son, Noah.
We ran out of food for the fish last week and so Garet asked me if he should just kill them quick or let them struggle to live in the ditch water behind our house. What?!?! I just couldn't even comprehend the thought. What did I do? I went and bought more food. I hate these fish.
Second, a bird started building a nest on our porch. A few weeks later, we noticed that there were baby birds in the nest. Levi has been fascinated by them - we look out the window at the birds several times a day. I have to admit it is about one of the cutest things I've ever seen...until a few days ago. We realized not all of the baby birds were moving. The best I can tell, two of the babies have died. I haven't seen the mother bird in a few days now and I really hope the other two are getting the food they need. I hate this feeling.
Normally, the above events wouldn't bother me that much. However, this has not been an ordinary week. Last week, a friend of mine delivered her baby girl with the knowledge that the baby would not live. She found out at her ultrasound a few months back that their baby had
anencephaly. I had never heard of anencephaly before and I really wish I never had. She chose to carry the baby to full term - not a choice most make, unfortunately. I can not even fathom feeling her little girl move only to know what was ahead. An amazing mother, indeed.
I've been a bad friend in this case. We had our first child within two weeks of each other and spent so much time during our pregnancies comparing this, that and the other and it was nice to have someone to talk to that was going through the same thing I was going through. Our second pregnancies ended up being completely different - I struggle with why I was given a healthy baby and she was not. I've avoided the situation (partly due to our proximity this time) because I quite honestly could not handle it. The situation is not fair - it really, really isn't fair - but, I have to choose (several times a day) to believe that God knows something I don't. And, He knows a lot of things I don't.
So, if each of you would stop right now and pray - really say a prayer, not just a passing thought - for my friend and her husband and daughter, it would mean a lot to me. As far as I know, the baby is still living at this time. Then, go give your family another hug.
I'll leave you with the words from a song we sang at church on Sunday:
You give and take awayYou give and take awayMy heart will choose to sayLord, blessed be Your name