Lambing season can be very rough sometimes. All the cute little baby animals are so adorable. But sometimes it is hard. It is hard when you hold a baby in your arms and realize that all you did to help them just wasn’t enough. You rub and rub, hoping to see some spark of life, but there isn’t one. You cry out in despair. Why couldn’t we save this one? If only I had been a little quicker. I don’t understand.
But I must conclude that there is still a God in heaven. He loves me. Does His heart break every time one of his lambs is lost? Perhaps to truly understand life, we must sometimes experience death. And in the midst of our agony, we must choose to still praise, to still thank.
So, with tears streaming down my face, I praise YHVH.
He has given me so much. I have a wonderful family that is all safe, sleeping peacefully in their beds. My husband loves me no matter what, even when I’m not very loveable. I have eight healthy baby animals out in the barn. It is Shabbat, and I am free to keep it.
The pain doesn’t vanish, but I am comforted to know that I am safe in the hands of my Heavenly Father. His lap is big, and He never tires of drying my tears. I know He will comfort you whenever you have a heavy burden.