Ananias, our trustworthy ex-Mozambican worker, did two things today: he obediently dug a deep grave for Nella, our beloved and ailing Great Dane (who has been declared terminal by our vet), then he concocted a traditional aloe brew, which he had used on his flocks as a young goatherd and cowherd many years ago, and patiently handfed it to her.It is such an apt metaphor for our current situation. I used the same image to explain it to my mother: while we are indeed making preparations to sell this place, for which we had (have!) such wonderful dreams - and bury our vision, we are still prayerfully looking for a solution that may still save it.
We do not see the "burial plans" as a lack of faith, but a declaration before the Lord that we are willing to accept anything He brings across our path. Nor do we see our clinging to the dream (in the face of harsh economic realities) as foolhardiness, but as a form of prayer that the Lord will provide the best possible solution - even if it differs from ours.
We are not convinced that we can simply let go of this excellent dream yet.
And Nella is also still breathing...


