It was somewhere between 10pm and midnight. Lying on the side walk staring up at the sky - it was a clear night, the stars were shinning bright. Beautiful, quiet and dark, the perfect setting for a depressed teenager to talk, plead and cry out to God. Many questions which did not have immediate answers were running through my head. Why? Why wouldn't he go out with me? What can I do to make him love me? Why do I love him so much? When will the hurt go away? As I was lying there deep in thought, searching for my |
Unfortunately there was nothing we could do for them. I had to put them back.
A few weeks later
My mom informed me that she talked to the wife at the house where I had found the puppies. Her husband was the one that had tossed the puppies away - but after hearing me that night, decided to bring them back in - all but one survived. Maybe he was afraid of being found out and charged with animal cruelty, but whatever his reasons the puppies were saved.
Moral of the story
There is a reason for everything that we experience or that happens in our life. If I hadn't been depressed and feeling sorry for myself that night, I might not have been in that particular place at that time. All of those puppies may have died.
So please remember that whatever you may be going through - there is a reason - you just may not know the "Why" yet.
~Khristine