Right around 6:AM, Chester wakes up and starts to howl.
Then he wails.
Then he howls some more, followed by some plaintive wailing.
He does so loudly.
This cat has the lung capacity of an opera singer.
Chester howls and wails because he is hungry, he wants fed, and he thinks that today might be the day when I choose not to provide for his needs.
When he really brings the noise, it even affects the sanguine Miss Kitty…who has quietly trusted me for a long time, but the wailing makes her nervous.
Maybe Chester knows something she doesn’t…
So, Miss Kitty looks at me anxiously and starts to cry.
I’m not a morning person…
The routine was broken this morning.
I woke up and Miss Kitty was asleep at my side as always.
Chester was awake too…and purring.
He said a single meow as if saying “good morning” stretched out, and resumed purring.
After months of morning anxiety, Chester knows he’s going to get fed.
He trusts that I’m going to get up and feed him.
Chester has faith and his faith helps Missy to hold on to the faith she has.
Life and mornings just got better here…
Sometimes we think we have to howl and wail to get God to hear us.
Sometimes we think He really doesn’t want to get up and feed us.
Sometimes we think this is the time when God is going to fail us.
Sometimes we try to convince other people of all of the above.
Sometimes, when we do these things, we lie about God to ourselves and others.
He still gets up and feeds us…but the morning is always better when it starts in faith.
Make your own application…