On Death- Sept 12 2011

Today is my Bernese Mountain Dog's last day on earth.   Her name is May.  She is 5 1/2 years old.  She has developed cancer, and has been rapidly losing weight in the last few months and doesn't want to eat even when I add forbidden treats to the mix.  She's happy, but tired.  We have been talking to the kids about her being sick for a few months.  This day was coming faster than a runaway train and I could do nothing to stop it.  I feel so completely helpless, watching my beloved pup deteriorate.  I am reminded just how weak we are on this earth.

Death is a powerful adversary.  Death can not be bought, nor persuaded to come back once it takes root.  Death is final, permanent, and rude.  It is not welcome, nor invited to my home, and yet it hovers here.  It came unannounced, and won't leave until it accomplishes heartbreak.  I hate death.

As a born again believer of the Bible, I know that Christ Jesus defeated death for His Elect people.  I know that My God has ordained that this dog He blessed my family with for even these short years be taken today from us and that it is good.  I don't believe animals have souls, and so I don't hold onto the fact that I will see May again.  My mourning is because of death, my joy in this animal is cut short because I sin.  Because I sin, I too one day will die, and so will you dear reader.

But there is hope!  

God, knowing we as fallible, weak, crude creatures will always chose autonomy instead of Him, sent His Son in a perfect from of human flesh, to be the sacrifice once and for all, taking on the wrath of God for His chosen people that before the foundation of the world were written in the book of life; to no choice or design or work of their own, a people for Him, through Christ Alone, who will live for Eternity in His Glorious  presence!

That is why I am surviving today, because my King Eternal is my sustenance.

Doesn't mean my heart isn't breaking.

I have rest in my Heavenly Fathers arms and I am comforted.