I recently read somewhere that God sends His angels to protect us from many dangers during the day. How would we revere God if we could see a flashback of our day and how many times we were saved from danger?
Our cats have a battery-operated motion toy. It is about 12″ in diameter with a motor in the middle of a fabric skirt. There is a little arm that moves left and right randomly and at different speeds. The end of the arm used to have feathers, but the cats tore them off when they first got it. Now there is some yarn-like strings that move about catching their attention. This is a perfect distraction toy for our Amos as he tends to stalk Zoe a lot and she lets out blood-curdling screams like a woman walking through a haunted house. A bit annoying, especially when this happens at 2 AM under our bed.
I noticed the batteries dying out last night as Amos played with it and I told him I would change the batteries today. Don’t let cats fool you; they remember what you tell them. This morning he was pawing at the toy and I had changed the batteries as promised. He played with that toy while laying in a sunbeam and playing with an additional toy. It was a really cute cat moment.
When he walks away from the toy, I turn it off.
As I was getting ready to run an errand this afternoon, he was pawing at the toy again. Knowing I would be leaving within minutes, I caved in and turned the toy on for him. I don’t like leaving it run without supervision, so I gave him a couple of minutes to play as I puttered around the house. As I turned off the toy, I gave him a pat on the head and headed out the door.
I believe God sent his angels to protect me as I waited for Amos to play with his toy. You see, I set my GPS to my destination but decided to take a different highway route than what was indicated. I knew generally where I was going, but street of the final destination was not as familiar and I felt more comfortable with the GPS for that purpose. As I neared the exit from the highway, I saw a police car, with its flashers on, sitting behind a car that was in an accident. The second car in the accident was off to the other side of the highway. I think there may have been an accident up ahead of this one as the traffic was starting to back up close to this exit.
I wonder if I would have been in that accident had I not stopped to let Amos play with his toy? Some people might think I am overthinking this, but I believe God was watching over me today. I ran a second errand on my way home to buy birdseed at my favorite garden store. When I got home, I saw a live news video on Facebook an hour later and they were talking about a water main break near that store. The ground broke open in the street and water gushed out. I was spared that problem too.
Now you can say that recently you read somewhere that God sends His angels to protect us from many dangers during the day. How would you revere God if you could see a flashback of your day and how many times you were saved from danger?
Thank you, God, for watching over me and sending your angels to my rescue. ♥
For he will command his angels concerning you to guard you in all your ways; they will lift you up in their hands, so that you will not strike your foot against a stone.
Everything living has an expiration date. The leaf on a tree waves with the wind and is shelter for birds and squirrels for about six months. Before turning into veal, the calf lives approximately six weeks. Eggs can be transformed into a meal within minutes of being laid. The lifespan of any dog or cat that gets dropped off at a Humane Society could have an early expiration date especially if they are older, have special needs, or the facility is at full capacity.
Growing up, I was taught that cats were sneaky and a nuisance as they cut through our backyard on their daily surveillance of the neighborhood. To my surprise when I met my husband, his entourage had been two cats, Jaguar and Pixel. I shook off what I was programmed to know about, and expect from, a cat and was open to let the three of them teach me about cats.
I learned quickly from Jaguar and Pixel that cats are alright. I did not find them to be sneaky or a nuisance. In fact, my blood pressure went down the minute they cuddled with me and purred with contentment.
Within weeks, we were at the local Humane Society and I was filling out an application form to adopt a cat. Once approved, I found the cutest little Tortoise colored kitten and asked to see her. She was caged with a big black cat and a grey cat; we assumed this was from the same household. My (now) husband had asked to see the black cat.
As we were in a little room getting to know each other, the kitten ran and hid behind some furniture. A worker had to move the furniture and we had to fish her out all while the black cat was standing tall investigating a caged bird in the same room.
I fell in love with the kitten. Planning to call my new cat Alli, I found out her previous owners already had named her that, but spelled it differently. Being unable to have children of my own, I believe God orchestrated this relationship and blessed us with each other.
According to a veterinary guesstimate, Alli had turned fifteen earlier this month and we were blessed to be her parents since she was six months old. She was the sweetest, gentlest lap cat we have ever known. Alli had a rare form of lymphatic cancer which was detected a few weeks ago. The cancer was very aggressive and now our little girl is sitting on Jesus’ lap instead of ours. Some may comment and say animals have no soul to go to Heaven. I choose to think that since we have such close relationships with our pets, I cannot believe God would not allow us to meet back up in Heaven. So Alli, enjoy your new life.
With empty laps and hearts full of love for you and from you, may you rest in peace Alli.
Mom and Dad
A Time for Everything
There is a time for everything,
and a season for every activity under the heavens:
2 a time to be born and a time to die,
a time to plant and a time to uproot,
3 a time to kill and a time to heal,
a time to tear down and a time to build,
4 a time to weep and a time to laugh,
a time to mourn and a time to dance,
5 a time to scatter stones and a time to gather them,
a time to embrace and a time to refrain from embracing,
6 a time to search and a time to give up,
a time to keep and a time to throw away,
7 a time to tear and a time to mend,
a time to be silent and a time to speak,
8 a time to love and a time to hate,
a time for war and a time for peace.
Vacation! The time spent together is priceless.
I am lying in bed, looking up information on my iPhone amidst a pile of sleeping cats. Family time such as this keeps me grounded, literrally.
Alli, my 13-year old, claims my lap every chance she gets. We call it the coveted spot in the house. If I have my legs crossed she headbutts the intruding leg until it gives in and repositions allowing her the access she demanded. If my laptop claims that space, she will pace back and forth across the keyboard until I move it off to the side, inconvenient only to me, just so my teen-ager can sit with her mommy. Human teen-agers are just the opposite, so I consider myself very blessed by Alli’s need to be with me.
If and when my lap is free, Zoe claims the coveted space. If any of the other cats even look Zoe’s way, she lets out a deep-seeded growl warning them that she is there and is not planning to move anytime soon. Put into words that growl says, “keep walkin’ “.
Mojo is content with curling up close. He always has to touch. He recently was on duty, making sure there was no riff-raff going on in the house. When he jumped on the bed, he put both front paws on my arm and laid his head softly on his arms and quickly fell asleep. I could tell he was back from making his rounds as there was a chill to his little furry paws. His paws lost their chill as they sucked away the heat from my body. Quickly asleep he started to dream. Mojo’s face started to twitch and his paws made movements as if he were running. His once relaxed breathing pattern sped up. He woke startled, probably wondering if he was dreaming.
Bean is the tiniest cat of the group. Mojo tends to dominate her which kicks me into protector mode. I think I would lay down my life for her as she is so innocent and sweet. Her big green eyes make me melt. When Mojo is not up close and personal with me, then that is where Bean stations herself.
Vacation! Time spent together as a family is priceless.
Now the LORD God had formed out of the ground all the wild animals and all the birds in the sky. He brought them to the man to see what he would name them; and whatever the man called each living creature, that was its name.
Turn up the news or
turn down your voice.
I want to hear the message.
The cats are either upstairs or
wherever I happen to be.
Look up to see the sky or
look down to see the earth.
My God is everywhere.
Families upsize homes to accommodate additions or
families downsize homes as empty-nesters.
My house remains the same.
Look at me upside-down or
look at me downside-up.
I will never change.
I will never change.
My house remains the same.
My God is everywhere.
Wherever I happen to be,
I want to hear the message.
My cat, Mojo, is possessive. He has favorite toys called kick-sticks (introduced to him by his foster mom), he likes to lie in certain spots throughout the house, and he makes sure the world knows I am his mommy. How does this once-feral-turned-house-cat tell the world I am his mommy? It is odd, but true.
Every morning he follows me into the bathroom and watches me disappear behind a curtain. Patiently he waits on the closed toilet seat for my return. Barely towel-dried, he quickly jumps to the sink and stretches his paws out to my shoulder and crawls into my arms. Mojo rubs against and licks my neck, jaw line and cheek. In this ten minute ritual, I have been marked as his territory. My soapy clean human scent has been replaced with whatever feline pheromones announce “she is mine”.
My Father in Heaven is possessive. He created men and women in his image; He supplies the world with resources and beautiful sites. He tells the world that we are his people. How does he do this? Through the water of baptism, we are cleansed of original sin and named as His children. Similar to the daily shower, God’s grace and mercy are new each and every day. The blood shed on the cross shouts out to satan, “This child is mine!”
I am Mojo’s mommy and I am a child of God. I have the best of both worlds.
Genesis 1:26 (NIV)
Then God said, “Let us make mankind in our image, in our likeness, so that they may rule over the fish in the sea and the birds in the sky, over the livestock and all the wild animals, and over all the creatures that move along the ground.”
Infertility erases Mother’s Day from the calendar.
No handmade cards or hand-picked dandelions from the yard.
No messy kitchen or breakfast in bed.
No mother’s ring on my finger.
Infertility opens doors to nurture.
Instinctively the young know who will care for them.
Mother’s day has special meaning.
May your unfailing love be my comfort, according to your promise to your servant.