Thought 270
Found….and named Angel
One day as I was going to get the mail, I
found a stray cat. Now I strongly dislike cats, but this one was different. I
brought it back to the house and fed it and played with it. Shortly after doing all that I named it
Angel.
My
Grandmother came over that day and saw how well me and my sister were getting
along with the cat (which was still outside) and said that if Dad didn’t let us
keep it that she would take it. Well, Dad
said no (we already had several pets) and a few days passed where I went
outside and called “Here kitty, kitty”
or “Angel” and the cat would come
running from somewhere in the woods to me. In short, we never did get to keep
the cat, but my Grandmother did take her. And the bond that used to have
existed between myself and that cat is gone today when I visit: she avoids me
and won’t come when I call her. Isn’t that how we are with God sometimes? We
are following Him for a while, answering His every call, but then we get fed
and placed in the comfortable indoors becoming
cocky and prideful instead of humble and grateful.
Are
you still found . . . and named Angel and running to your lover at His every call?
Or are you into Yourself and living in your found home?
