This week we have felt much like we expect the men on the ship with Paul did as they were facing Euroclydon. (Acts 27-28) We have been tossed about with the tempests of depression, fear, anxiety and loss this week.
We know that the house is set for foreclosure sale on June 7th, and were just so blessed that we were at least going to see our baby bird's for this spring hatch and leave the nest prior to our being forced out onto the streets.
Each year the birds have nested outside the living room window in a birdhouse. This year it was Bluebirds. Mike would tend to the house and check daily to see if mommy had laid her eggs. She laid 5 eggs this year and we would sit each day on the sofa eating dinner and watch her and the daddy tend to their nest, chasing off intruders.
One day was very comical as a brown-headed cowbird landed on top of the house. Mommy stuck her body half way out the hole of the house snatched a tail feather off the cowbird and took it in as nesting material.
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| Last years babies were Carolina Wrens |
It's a small thing, but the birds have given us much joy during this difficult journey. God's creatures casting no care for where they will sleep or what they will eat.
Yesterday morning Mike sat down with me and had this painful look on his face as I was looking for the Bluebirds. "Honey" he said, "I have to tell you something."
Apparently Mike went out and found the bird house toppled over first thing in the morning, and 4 of the 5 eggs broken on the ground. It may not seem like a big deal to some, but to this 6'4" loving and tender bear of a man, it was devastating. Especially since this would be the last memory of our spring baby birds.
We are so very tired. Tired of the stress. Tired of the losses. Tired of the constant delays.
Mike isn't looking forward to tomorrow; actualy neither of us are. A very nice man is coming with a trailer to pick up all of our donkeys. We are blessed they will remain together, but pretty despressed over the fact that we will miss the birth of Sarah's foal.
Mike went out to feed them tonight and I watched the barn door close as he went in and spent time alone with his little buddy, Zorro. He told me "It's going to be really difficult for me to say goodbye to my little buddy."
So much pain, separation and loss. Everything is being ripped from our lives and our hearts.
Abba, help us!
Psalm 124
1If it had not been the LORD who was on our side, now may Israel say;
2If it had not been the LORD who was on our side, when men rose up against us:
3Then they had swallowed us up quick, when their wrath was kindled against us:
4Then the waters had overwhelmed us, the stream had gone over our soul:
5Then the proud waters had gone over our soul.
6Blessed be the LORD, who hath not given us as a prey to their teeth.
7Our soul is escaped as a bird out of the snare of the fowlers: the snare is broken, and we are escaped.
8Our help is in the name of the LORD, who made heaven and earth.
