Kevin has had it, some other kids have had it, Kevin's mom has it. It is just taking a while to get through the system.
And when I am tempted to be whiny, I'm reminded of Nabeel Qureshi, who did pass away yesterday from cancer. While I rejoice that he is with Jesus, free from his pain, I grieve intensely for his wife, his daughter, his extended family, and his friends.
Not that I know the man. I just know his books. His story is being repeated all over in other families losing loved ones far too young. But for some reason his life resonates because his books have meant so much to me.
This is Mocha. She is a small calico kitten (we presume female) who showed up a few days ago. She is super skittish and won't let anyone touch her, though she is friendly with our cats. We tried to capture her in the garage and she sank sharp teeth into Lydia's finger, then hid in the underside of Kevin's car, before fleeing into the back 3 acres.
But she was back the next morning, and is getting to the point that we can get within a few feet of her. We're feeding her and hope she'll get comfortable enough soon that we can touch her.
We don't know her story, but she is small and needs care, so we've adopted her. Or she's adopted us. Not that we need another cat, in any way, but...we're cat lovers and we aren't going to turn her away.
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