for the last month or so, my baby Missy has been sick (for those who don't know who missy is... well, clearly you don't know me. she's my cat, and i love her like my child.) i won't go into detail, but it's pretty much taken over my mind being worried about her. there were a couple of weeks when she seemed better, but then last sunday my dad called me and told me that she had gotten back to how she was at her worst.
i cried. and prayed. and begged God to heal her.
on monday i had lots of homework. so i did it all day... and tried to keep my mind off of my sick baby at home. but everytime i would think of her i would beg God some more to just make her better.
then on tuesday my dad called me and told me that they were going to put her down. so i left school and went up there to be with her. the whole drive i cried. and begged for a miracle. and got angry. and wondered if i would be able to handle holding her knowing that in a short time, i would take her to die. it sucked.
by the time i got there, she was literally taking her last breaths. i held her. and after just a few breaths, she was gone. and i cried some more with my dad.
and i laughed at myself for crying so much. but if you know me at all, you know that missy is my baby. she is different than any other cat i've ever known, and i've grown up with her. my eyes still water and i still get that hurt-throat feeling when i think that she's not at home waiting for me. i miss her.
but i didn't tell that story because i'm sad. i am. but that's not the point. the point is that the entire time, God was there. He didn't answer my prayer for a miracle. but He knew that, even if a miracle did happen, i would still worry. i would still get that anxiety every time one of my parents called. i would still worry that she was in pain. and i would still dwell on the what-ifs.
He knew that she was hurting. He didn't answer my mom's prayers to let her die because He knew that i needed to hold her. and He has brought me peace. He has reminded me in so many ways that He cares for me. He knows what i need more than i ever will. and because of His faithfulness, i have been able to be okay. i have been able to have fun and laugh and enjoy moments, even though i am sad, because i know that He loves me. i don't know why stuff happens. i just know that God is good, and He gives strength to get through it.
Matthew 6:26
well then on sunday i decided that i just wanted to see the show again, and since rush tickets were so cheap, i was just gonna go. i convinced bryan at the very last minute to come down and see it with me (i would have gone by myself... it's that awesome, but i knew he would like it). then afterwards i made him go to the stage door with me so i could tell jake epstein the story. he totally appreciated it and said he wished i had my tshirt (which i was supposed to, but my mom forgot to send it with bryan. it's ok though i probably stressed her out by making her rush him out the door). haha... i am awkward, and it was weird... but totally worth it :)
oops... i did not mean to make this so long. last week was a big one though! isn't God just so wonderful!
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I LOVE this post. Love it. And love you and amber even though we don't see each other or talk...ever.
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