The other day, I was sitting at my desk, watching the snow fall (yet again!) and this big, burly guy came in holding this little ball of fur.
You may remember that we have feral cats in the quarry. Well, one of those cats recently had kittens. This little guy (or girl) and his or her sibling were sitting right in the middle of the road. When my co-worker got out of the truck, one ran away, but this one didn't move. He scooped it up and brought it inside. It was shaking, out of fear or cold, I don't know. Probably both.
Now, you have to understand something. I am NOT a cat person. I don't like them. I don't understand them. So when he brought this quarry kitty in, I wasn't sure what to do with it. I even said, "What am I supposed to do with it?" We looked around for a box and the closest thing was a cooler. For some reason, there was a comforter stuffed in a corner, so we lined the cooler with the comforter and placed Quarry Kitty inside and put the rest of the comforter on top of the cooler. We tried to give it some water, and it either didn't seem to know what to do with it, or was too scared.
My co-worker needed to go plow, and I started to panic. "What if it jumps out?" I asked. He laughed." I don't think it will jump out," he said. All I could picture was this kitty running all over the trailer and me chasing it, trying to coax it out from under something. "Why don't you just take it with you?" I pleaded.
"I can't," he replied. "But if we can't find anyone to take it, I'll bring it home until we can find someone who will." We both promised to post pictures on Facebook.
That kitten never moved all day. It slept most of the day, nestled in the warmth of the blanket. I guess the poor thing was exhausted from just trying to survive. True to his word, my co-worker brought it home at the end of the day. He told me that the kitty devoured the food he gave it and went right back to sleep.
Each of us was once lonely, scared, hungry and exhausted from just trying to survive. When Jesus pulled up in His truck, did we run away or did we just remain where we were, waiting for Him to scoop us up and rescue us? I was afraid because I was naked; so I hid (Gen 3:10) When he placed us in a safe place to rest, did we try to jump out, or just rest in the safety of His warmth and security? You are my hiding place; you will protect me from trouble and will surround me with songs of deliverance (Ps 32:7).
Do you trust Jesus with your life? Have you cried out to him to rescue you, to deliver you, to find you a home? We were all once feral cats. We all lived in a wild or untamed state. It is only when we cry out to him to keep me as the apple of your eye; hide me in the shadow of your wings (Ps 17:8) that we begin to feel safe and secure. When we realize that no harm will come to us when our Savior picks us up, when we realize that all of the taming and discipline is for our good, we can lay our weary head down and sleep all day.
By the way, as of this writing, three people are fighting over Quarry Kitty.
Blessings Along the Path,
Song(s) of the Day:
You Are My Hiding Place (Selah)
Apple of Your Eye/Psalm 17 (Sons of Korah)
Saturday, December 21, 2013
I'm a person of creativity. I've always loved to entertain people, and especially, to make them laugh. I don't mind being the guinea pig, the one who is singled out to break the ice. I write what you think but don't want to admit. I'm a word nerd and a grammar geek. I love musical theatre, hiking, and worshipping my Lord, my King-the King of Glory. It's my desire to bring hope and healing to hurting individuals-or perhaps just to provoke thought, to give an encouraging word to get you through the day-through everyday situations and insights into God's Word.