I am writing in the dark. Literally. The power is out and a storm is surrounding us. We turned off the generator so the children can sleep, but I am holed up in the rumpus room with my 6yr old daughter, who is mightily feverish, waiting for her to need
me. Through the open door sits the fireplace simmering hot embers, and at its black feet lay a one day old lamb and wild piglet.
At 2.30 in the morning, in my light sleep from nursing my sick darling, I heard a wild sow outside the shed door. Watching
it for some time I eventually woke my hubby, who in excitement followed me to the deck overlooking our stream to watch the fun.
The mother was directly below us and not keen to leave. This is very unusual to have them so near the house. Finally our
deaf chocolate Labrador, Hershey, chased her (and a few friends we hadn’t seen) away.
Twenty minutes later, wide awake in a moment of pure enjoyment, we still stood there soaking in the night scene when I watched a tiny white streak scuttle down
the far side of the stream. Pointing it out to Stephen, we at first thought it was one of the rabbits enjoying a drink in the dark. However, it swam through the stream and started scurrying up the bank towards us.
It’s a pig, I shouted. Stephen
ran to get a torch and I raced below to find it snuffling behind our kayaks. Reaching in, I easily caught myself my first wild pig with my bare hands. That is how Stephen liked to begin the story anyway at work. Apparently half of today’s patients think
of me as the grass roots doctor’s wife now. Good.
Being the runt and with Hershey on the prowl, we knew we had to take it in. It was such a hard decision!
Easily newborn, it snuggled and drank milk like a pig. So now I kid my children that we have 7 little pigs in the family.
Well, the power is back on now so the candlelit mood has changed.
The other thing that
happened today was my frustration over a review emailed to me. I responded by posting on this site in my tiredness and though my points are valid and I was wronged, I regret my attack. I had NO IDEA GETTING PUBLISHED WAS SO DIFFICULT.
It seems even
among the best (from my google search), there are language experts from different views arguing the merits and flaws of any book or article. So this is how it is. I don’t feel welcomed to this world’s way of publishing. I understand that money
will always be the issue, and secondly the message, but seriously, there are some terrible stories out there.
I am not discouraged. Not even close, in fact. I will take this on as a 3-D puzzle, which I have always loved the challenge of mastering. I
have all my life to advertise God to the world, and I am certain God has a lot of editing to do in me to bring me up to standard.
Maybe I am still in the dark.
My daughter needs me.