Happy Birthday Chick

But as usually happens in long journeys, the unexpected can suddenly happen. And life was no different for these little ones than for any other lamb. Suddenly, without any warning, Bright died. Death brought rolling dark clouds into the little valley. Clouds that made everything gray, clouds that brought thunder and lightning. They poured into the little valley, bringing a storm that wouldn't go away. It was being caught in the heaviest fog, making everything appear hazy. Life wasn't as clear anymore. Sorrow's heavy hand slowly, inch by inch snuffed out the light. The rain crashed down, filling the valley with the weight of loss. For the remaining three little lambs, loosing Bright was like drowning. The three little lambs could only watch helplessly as their whole world went dark.
For Passion, the relentless rain forced her out of the safety of the valley. She, with heavy steps, walked away from all that she knew to push higher. The fiery passion which drove her in all she did, slowly died to an ember. The loss of Bright was the loss of her home, her comfort, her safety. It threw her out to the furthest reaches of the earth. Grief confronted her with towering mountains on every side. But for everything she lost she gained God's gift of faith. Faith to climb those giants blocking her path, with each stumble and fall, she learned the strength of rising back to her feet. She learned a faith to take the next step, no matter how hard. Faith taught her to trust that each step would bring her closer to the one she loved.