Sorrow is not something we like to seek or dwell on. I think our culture even tends to tell us that we should do everything we can to kick sorrow out of our lives. But as the saying goes, “Balance is key.” Even in the Bible we read that Jesus was a man of sorrow and acquainted with grief. We don’t like to talk about that much, but it’s there.
We said goodbye to another furry friend this week. Little Boots was such a fiesty and fun creature. He spent two weeks in our bathroom getting better from a cold and it was rarely quiet in there. 🙂 He was always climbing our legs, jumping up on the toilet to see what was going on (almost fell in once!) or batting something around on the floor. I miss him.
Boots was a kitten, and while he was not a human bearing the image of God, his loss reminds me of what people feel when they lose loved ones to death. There is unjust death happening in many parts of the world on a regular basis and I have empathy for the people who survive to face the consequences from the actions of others. My heart goes out to them and my prayers become fervent as I feel the heartache from the loss of my little Boots. Sorrow brings understanding and empathy. I have found that embracing the sorrow allows it to pass through me, even if it takes a while. Supressing sorrow causes the pain to bunch up in my heart and harden into a painful knot of aching that can become bitterness and/or anger. If I can let myself cry and then dwell on what I am grateful for, that’s when I can find peace.
Boots was just a kitten, but God created him, gave him to me, and I treasured him, as I still do. I pray for God’s mercy on the world. I pray that all the loss and suffering will help us humans see how desperately we need a Savior, a good and also just God. I pray for the reflection of the Creator in all that He has made to testify of who He is and bring people to truly know Him. I pray for the sorrow over sin that leads to repentance to touch all those I love. And I thank God for this roller coaster of a life that helps me step into other peoples’ shoes so I can stand with them just a little bit better in their times of grief.
Thank you Boots for being the best spunky and feisty cat I have had the pleasure of knowing. Thank you for teaching me to tackle every moment with joy. Thank you for reminding me that it’s the little things which matter most. I will cry sometimes as I think of you. You will be missed and I treasure the memories I have of you. xoxo