Zach and I recently lost our dear little friend, Petunia the hedgehog. The night we found her, I lay awake until near dawn wishing it hadn’t happened and dreading saying that final goodbye when we would bury her.
She was tiny and quiet, but she loved to run on her wheel and explore under the couch. When I hear little noises in the apartment, I still think for a moment that it’s Petunia scuffling in her box, repositioning in her sleep.
Perhaps it’s silly to feel so bad about the death of a pet, or perhaps it is a small reflection of God’s care for each little one. The promise—both for Petunia and for me in my fretting—is this:
Look at the birds. They don’t plant, harvest, or save food in barns, but your heavenly Father feeds them. Don’t you know you are worth much more than they are? You cannot add any time to your life by worrying about it. …Look at the wildflowers in the field. See how they grow. They don’t work or make clothes for themselves. But I tell you that even Solomon, the great and rich king, was not dressed as beautifully as one of these flowers. If God makes what grows in the field so beautiful, what do you think he will do for you? It’s just grass—one day it’s alive, and the next day someone throws it into a fire. But God cares enough to make it beautiful. Surely he will do much more for you.