Snakebite

She was reaching to harvest more of the yucca plant when the snake bit her on the hand, its venomous poison entering her bloodstream. She was a wife, a sister and a mother. Her children ranged in age from young to some already looking for husbands of their own. But right now she was just a woman in trouble.

Hurrying back to the village, she headed down to the river’s edge to bathe. She took the time to dress herself in clean clothes before heading to the missionaries’ house for help. She figured she’d probably be flown out to town for medical help and wanted to look her best. She didn’t figure on the fact that all her activity was pumping the venomous poison throughout her body, closer and closer to her heart, closer and closer to death.

The missionaries did all they could, but the venom had already taken hold. Her time was too short. Town was too far away. She hadn’t been preparing herself for a trip to town. She had been preparing herself for her death.

She hadn’t awoken that morning expecting to face death, but death came nonetheless. A husband stood stoic but looking forlorn without his wife. A sister wailed the death of her best friend. Children mourned the loss of their mother.

We don’t awaken each morning expecting to face death, but one day, maybe when least expected, we will face death. How are we preparing ourselves?


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  1. May 29, 2009 at 12:24 am

    >Quite the analogy, Rosie.

  2. May 30, 2009 at 8:41 pm

    >Too often we live our lives with tunnel vision, seeing only today and not the big picture. Our perspective greatly influences our behavior!

  3. Tammy
    November 16, 2011 at 10:19 pm

    Good analogy and heartbreaking. What I’d like to know is was she prepared for eternity, or maybe I don’t really want to know, it just makes it sadder. How easy to let things go that should take precedence. Praying for you guys.

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