Running Out of Hope

By the rivers of Babylon • Deshen Daily Devotional

We’ve been pushed out of the car and now sit beside the waters of Babylon. My wife has given up hope. I continue to pray because what else is there?

If this seems to be making too much of a fuss over the life of a cat–well, if you don’t understand, then I guess you just haven’t lived long enough. Nothing hurts half so much as losing your loved ones. And the fewer you have left among the living, the harder each loss is to bear.

We can’t get Peep to eat. At all. We keep medicating her. Nothing seems to be doing any good. She gets up to sleep in a cold draft. I move her to a warmer place. In a little while she gets up again and goes back to the cold spot.

Thank you all for your prayers on our behalf.

I had work I planned to do today, but I can’t do it just now. I will pray some more.

17 comments on “Running Out of Hope

  1. Sometimes we have to acknowledge that there’s nothing more we can do, except be near them, keep showing them we love them, wait with them … and weep. I’ve been through this. It never gets easier. 🙏🙏🙏

  2. My prayers continue, Lee. You are not alone. I know exactly what you mean, as our number of loved ones shrinks, every human or animal that we love becomes more precious.

    1. Patty’s brother was the last of her family. We miss him a lot.
      No one in my family is any closer than 200 miles; and I just can’t make that kind of trip anymore.

    2. It’s an odd world we live in, where long distances are offset by instant global communication, but that doesn’t have the same effect as in person interaction. Isolation is a real problem. I wish I could do more.

    3. I had to face this decision four years ago. It was not easy, but I felt that the suffering had to end. It was hard, but I feel that I did the right thing.

    4. For me, the line was when there was suffering and no reason to hope for improvement. At that point, I did what I had to do and was relieved afterwards.

    5. In my case, it came down to the fact that the cat involved was not going to live much longer. Eventually she was not enjoying life ans I felt that it would have been selfish of me to prolong her suffering. She slipped away quietly and in peace. It was the best I could do.

    6. No matter what we choose to do — or not do — at the end, we blame ourselves afterward for having done the wrong thing.

  3. We do wish we could do more. I continue to pray, and I feel so rotten today again that I can’teven do that with the normal strength. I had opportunity to have a short visit on Fri. with my nephew whom I have not seen in 20+ years and was too sick to even do that. Life is hard sometimes.

  4. Brother Lee,

    I have lived long enough to fully understand. All my grandparents, mother and father, aunts and uncles, most have been buried long ago. Many friends have passed away, a number within the last year. Within the last two years, two beloved pastors I knew well, have now met the Lord. Two other pastors I know, both have lost their wives a few months ago. I have held in my arms three of my loved ones as their last breath left their body. One was my beloved pet, Leo, the other two, my daughter, and wife. With my daughter there were life and death questions we had to deal with during her short 23 days she was with us. And at this time we are praying for my son Nathan, who is bedridden with MS and going downhill very fast.

    What I have gone through, is not unusual, many have suffered much greater. Imagine how Job felt as he wept at the gravesides of his seven sons and three daughters, who all died on the same day!

    The hymn “It is Well with My Soul” was written by Horatio Spafford after the loss of his four young daughters, who died when the ship they were on sank. Only his wife survived.

    As for our loved ones, whether a beloved pet, or fellow being, there is always, a beginning or birth, and in time, a death. And only God knows that appointed time. Ecclesiastes 3: 1-4 states: “To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven: A time to be born, and a time to die…A time to weep, and… a time to mourn” After the death of my wife a friend told me, “You will never get over her death, but you will learn to live with it.” Its now been over six months since she passed on, and yes, his words were true, but the grief will never truly depart.

    O how I prayed for healing for my daughter and wife, but God’s answer was no, so I will meet them upon my death. One day brother, your beloved pets will go the way of all living creatures, and if God answers those prayers you are praying today with yes, one day His answer will be no, and it will be time for your pet to yield up their spirit to God who gave it.

    Brother, I recommend you and Patty listen to the tonic, the hymn “It is Well with My Soul.” And the hymn, “Each Step I Take” the second and third verses. We have been praying for you and Patty, for I understand what those small cats mean to both of you, and the grief and pain you will feel when they pass on.

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