While she is her old self most of the time, changes in her environment have left a mark on her psyche.
This mostly manifests itself in an odd, but tiring (for me) way.
She wants her water bowl to be in the bathroom.
Like many old cats, she drinks more water than she used to.
Every night, about two hours after we go to bed, she gets up and ambles to the bathroom for a drink.
She goes in…and howls.
She does this about every two hours through the night, until we groggily arise in the morning.
I have no idea what she’s howling at or for.
I only know how to stop the howling.
“Missy! I’m here!”
She hears me, gets her drink, and comes back to bed.
The only thing that calms her is the sound of my voice.
You know where I’m going with this…
I don’t know about y’all, but I’m pretty easily rattled right now.
I’ve got some anxiety…I feel like howling at times, myself.
Our lives have been changed seemingly overnight and each day seems to leave a new mark on our psyches.
The only thing that calms me is the sound of His voice.
Now, I’m not going to open a theological can of worms here, but I want to offer my perspective on how to hear that Voice.
Yes, He speaks through the Word. Read it, listen to it preached, meditate on it, pray it back to God.
I also hear Him speak through the sacrificial love of people helping people.
The clerk, the stocker, the doctor, the nurse, the trucker…all those who are keeping hope alive… speak to me that God is with us and working.
I hear Him through those who have already suffered great loss, but live in hope for tomorrow.
I hear Him through those coping with isolation and fear, but who refuse to let those things change them.
I hear Him as I see spring whispering to winter that it’s time for the seasons to change.
I hear Him, yes, through my cats who continue to carry on their normal routines while sharing the love and joy they bring to me.
I hear His voice through all these things and more and I am comforted.
I hear His voice, because I’m always listening for it…
Make your own application…