Baby Goat Therapy

This week is the start of the hardest week of my life so far. On Wednesday my state of "continual denial" will come to an end as we gather at the church to celebrate the life of one of my best friends. I know that she is in Heaven, not in pain, not relying on oxygen tanks, meds and doctors. So it will definitely be a celebration of the life she led here on earth.

Today her sister, Debby, and I got to hang out at their brothers' farm. That's where we met Oreo the baby goat. Oreo is only a few weeks old and her mother has decided that she does not want to be bothered with feeding her, so Oreo is being bottle fed. When Dan opened the gate to get Oreo, he called to her and she ran up to him like a dog. It was adorable. Then Debby and I took turns holding her and feeding her the bottle. After she was finished, she curled up in my arms and went to sleep. Of course I started rocking her in my arms. I mean what else would you do with a cute and sleepy baby goat? Let me just say...God knew what I needed today. Holding that little baby in my arms, rocking her to sleep and hearing her snore, just soothed my soul. I know that I can't change what happened to my friend, but I love how God showed me this precious little life today. What a huge blessing!

So this week, when I am feeling down and need some comfort, I am going to go to my friends farm, pick up Oreo and just hold her and rock her in my arms.