April 27, 2007
You have turned for me my mourning into dancing; You have put off my sackcloth and clothed me with gladness. Psalm 30:11.
When I was healed, my mourning quickly turned to dancing. God had given me hope and joy in the midst of my suffering, but the desire to dance, to "kick up my heels" with happiness did not occur until the pain left.
Today I have a different type of pain, pain that is called grief. Fifteen years ago, I had the pleasure of choosing a puppy. I named her Miss Taylor. This was two years before I met my husband, and I had no idea that I would one day share a name with my previous pet. Miss Taylor lived up to the canine's calling, being a woman's best friend.
For anyone who has owned or loved a dog, explanations about the companionship, the care, or the unconditional love are unnecessary. Yesterday, my relationship with Miss Taylor came to an end. She had been sick on and off for a while. Medication helped. When I arose yesterday, I knew that something about her condition had changed. Although I had mourned the loss of her youth and had mourned the inevitable death of my sweet dog, I had not been faced with knowing that her time of death had really come. Now it was time.
What can anyone say about a pet who has loved you during your life's darkest days? It is too soon for me to put my feelings about Miss Taylor into words. She is now in the arms of the One who made her. I must mourn, yet mourning will be for a season. God always restores us with His gladness. I'm so glad He gave me Miss Taylor.
Have you read With Great Mercy?