I’d almost given up on Smokey.
He just didn’t seem to want to have all that I could provide for him…as is often the case with strays, someone had done him really wrong and he wasn’t going to trust again.
He would come and eat…but he wouldn’t stay.
I was worried….the weather has turned cold and wet and cats need shelter too.
Everything a cat could want or need was his…but he preferred the safety of self reliance to the risk of trust.
It was raining hard that night and I laid in bed worried about him…the door left open a crack in case he or another wet feline soul wanted cover.
I heard the door open a crack more and felt something land on the end of the bed.
It was the Big Smoke and he curled up down there for the night.
This went on for a few more nights…he’d slip in, jump on the end of the bed, and sleep as if no one had noticed him there.
Then, one night… he snuck in…but walked to the top of the bed.
He wanted attention.
He never wants attention.
This transformed into a routine…he’d come in, walk up to the top, and wait to be petted.
He discovered that he loves to be petted.
Then he moved in.
These days he’s inside more than out.
He likes to nap under my night stand, then about 9:00 (my bedtime) he jumps on the bed and stares at me until I join him.
He gets his pets and then settles down next to my head to sleep.
He is a happy, healthy cat with a home of his own and a friend who loves him.
Why am I telling you this story?
Because a lot of you are like Smokey.
Smokey’s big problem was that he didn’t understand that he was loved before he ever walked in the door.
I’ve never met a cat I didn’t love.
Any cat that shows up gets all I have…and sometimes I go out and find them before they show up.
I’ve never turned away a cat…even ones that don’t behave well.
I grieve when I know that I could help one if it would only let me.
My friend, our God feels the same way about you…except infinitely more.
He loves you and seeks to be your shelter from this broken world.
He’s always loved you and there is nothing you can do or say to change that.
He waits…and will be there when you decide to come home.
You do have a home, my friend.
Slip in and stay for a while…
Make your own application…