Last week, Miss Optimism’s lizard Daisy died. I’m not a huge lizard fan, but even I really liked Daisy…she was the best pet we’ve ever had. Miss Optimism’s sweet little heart was absolutely broken. She died in the night and it was a very sad time to see my girl in pain.
In the morning, we held a funeral for Daisy out in the backyard. It was like something out of a movie because it was overcast and as the rain drizzled down, we stood with somber expression underneath our umbrellas watching as her grave was dug. A few of us shared our memories of Daisy and then we prayed and as Miss Optimism lowered her box into the ground and set her grave marker, we sang “Blessed Be Your Name”.
As I reflect now on this makeshift funeral for a little lizard and consider how much emotion was present, I am reminded of God’s love. A bit strange that a lizard makes me think of God, but when I think to how many tears were shed by Miss Optimism over her beloved pet, I cannot help but think of how much more God must surely love us. And as I look at the pictures of how Miss O’s Daddy held her and grieved for her because she was hurting, I think about how my Heavenly Daddy must ache when I do. It’s hard to believe it, to believe in that kind of love, but these last few months, my faith has grown a lot and it is starting ever so slowly to sink in that this love exists. It’s for you, it’s for me. We are loved.