OK, yesterday was a rough day…very, very rough. I’ll lay out the day and then see the Moments of Grace.
Yesterday I had to put down a wounded alpaca.
Yesterday I had to make the decision to have our beloved dog put down because she took advantage of a wounded animal. I can’t have that. I cannot have a dog who would take advantage of an animal three times her size. What if she took that same advantage of a child half her size?
To say I am dehydrated and strung ragged from crying would be an understatement. But so are my children.
Oh yeah, and I have mastitis.
Soooo, the Moments of Grace?
::Older children who thank me, through their tears, for making hard decisions.
::Younger children who sit next me so we can cry together.
::A husband who buries a dog in the dark with a crying family standing around…after a full days work.
::I can make a call to a sister of my soul in the middle of the day as all this baloney begins to unfold and tell her to set the timer to pray for me every hour…and know that she is
::long hot showers
::family rosary at night before bed…even if we cry through most of it
::a chubby baby oblivious to any of this who smiles and waves and makes us laugh in spite of ourselves
::no waiting at the vet…that would have prolonged the pain
::God’s grace to know that someone, somewhere, is hurting more than us…and to pray for them.
They were there, these moments of grace. They may have been fleeting and the noise and demands of life may have tried to drown them out, but they were there. They were in the strength to do what we thought we could not do, to accomplish what we thought impossible and even to enjoy what we were afraid we may miss.
Link up or share you Moments of Grace in the comments box. And then, go visit each other, encourage each other, support each other.