In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God. John 1:1
I find myself in unfamiliar territory. So many things have changed drastically in the last few years…my pattern is to survive…get through everything that happens – just get to the other side and then try to process things. The problem is that I don’t think I’ve processed a single thing. I just keep going. Life just keeps moving – it always has, and it always will.
We recently said goodbye to our beloved fur babies, Baxter & Eddie. We had them for almost 14 years and they gave me a place to park my heart. After learning that I couldn’t have children, it was a difficult time for me. However, after about five years, I found solace in my faith and am now grateful for the beloved children I have in heaven, whom I will be reunited with for eternity, thanks to the Lord’s grace and healing. I had people tell me over the years that Baxter & Eddie are just “dogs”. To me they filled a void. I loved them with my whole mama’s heart! Those babies were pampered and cherished beyond belief. They became our family. To me they were never “just dogs”.
We lost Eddie in July of 2023, and we just lost Baxter this month. I struggled through Eddie’s death but had Baxter to focus on (and a job). Baxter was blind and mostly deaf and had a lot of health problems. He required a lot of attention and help. I resigned from corporate America in October of 2023. It wasn’t something I had planned on doing or even wanted to do. Things weren’t good at work. I had knots in my stomach every day for 3 months prior to resigning. This is usually God telling me to get out, but I just didn’t receive it at the time. Finally, things came to a head through very unpleasant and hurtful circumstances, and I knew without a doubt that God was telling me it was time to leave, so I did. I spent the next 4 months planning my life around Baxter’s schedule and needs. It has been 18 days since we said goodbye to him. I have no new normal yet. The house is so quiet, and I really don’t know what to do with myself. My heart is so broken.
What I’m realizing is that I spent most of my life surviving (as I mentioned in the first paragraph). I’ve lost lots of animals in my life. All of them were very beloved to me. This hit differently. It brought up some old wounds of not having children and no longer having these babies to love. All the changes in my life are bringing up different wounds. I’ve survived a bunch of years after my father’s death in 1979. Life kept going, and I kept going with it. I made lots of bad choices along the way (and some very good ones too – like accepting Jesus and marrying my wonderful husband). I also picked a career that I thought would please others. It didn’t please me at all. I was so unfulfilled for so many years. In my heart of hearts, I always just wanted to get married and be a mom. I took on all kinds of false identities, and we can never be happy unless we are living the life God intends for us…and by happy, I mean deep down in the depths of our hearts…not just the surfacy day to day living. Of course my life hasn’t been all sadness, but deep in my heart I’ve had lots of struggles. I remember myself before losing my dad. I was so different than who I became (out of surviving).
I’m realizing that I’m mourning so much more than the loss of my sweet fur babies right now. I’m mourning the loss of myself. I repressed a large period of time after my dad died…months in fact that I have no memories from whatsoever. I wonder if the way I’m feeling now (so grieved and heartbroken) is familiar to me because it is what I felt then. Right now I’m entrenched in so much stillness and quiet…I’m taking the time to grieve and spend time with God, and I’m fortunate that I have this time to do that. I know that “the latter is better than the former”. I know that God is redeeming so many things in my life. I’m happy that I get to begin again. I have walked a long journey, and God has refined me. I get to move forward taking the pure gold that remains from the fire while nailing the rest of the things that don’t belong to the cross. It is foreign to me to discover myself and what truly makes me happy as an adult. It was easy as a child…spending my days playing all kinds of games in the yard and roller skating. This sounds like a mid-life crisis as I type it, but it has been a life long crisis. I’m not sure where God is taking me, but I know it will be an adventure. I know He will heal my heart as He breathes His beautiful life breath into it. I hope the period of mourning won’t last much longer because it hurts. I find myself crying a little each day, but I know that He is faithful to catch my tears.
Stay tuned for the fun and adventure of what is ahead. I’m excited for all that God has for me. Joy does indeed come in the morning.






