I have been taking care of my son's cat lately. The first time I came, he was sighted but ran away and I couldn't find him. The next time, I called him - "Moooo." His name is Mr. Moo and he is a gorgeous Persian. He was under the bed. I scratched the rug by the edge of the bed and he came out. I was able to give him a couple of good hugs and pats. The next time the same thing happened. Yesterday, when I got there and called "Moooo," he came running down the hall. I patted him a lot and then took him on my lap. He just let me pet him for a long time. I don't have a pet and I love cats. I love taking care of them. As I petted, I could think. It is the kind of feeling I get when I weed the garden or go fishing. Time seems to float, as if that time frame was outside of the regular schedule of this and that. When I come again, will my fuzzy pal remember me? I hope he knows he has a friend.
On another note, I was praying for some serious stuff last night. There were tears in my eyes. I was going over my writings and scriptures that the Lord has given me to speak and proclaim. One was from the devotional, The Upper Room. It was torn in half and I had underlined one side for one specific issue. On impulse, as I was lifting my voice to God, I thought I'd read the other side where there were no underlinings. My eyes fell on the end where it said," God hears the cries of your heart." I looked up and smiled. "Really, Lord. you are something else." It was one of those times when I know that I know that I know that He exists and that he loves me and that He is in charge of all that concerns me. I am passionate about how this happens. I want others to know how very personal our loving Heavenly Father is. He gives us good things and He hears us when we pray. He gives us little quiet moments like with a pretty kitty and with a great big God. Love to all. Nancy