Good morning! It is Tuesday, May 11, 2021.
Yesterday I talked about rescuing a young cat that I found on the road and I promised another story this morning.
Several years ago we were asked to foster two of my daughter's cats. We lived on a corner in town. Wendell was not very keen on the idea and let me know from time to time. We had lost two cats over the years after each was hit by a car and I knew this bothered him. I reached out to friends on Facebook and a dear friend said she and her husband would take the cats.
There was an orange cat, "Pitch" and a tabby, (I cannot remember his name); both males. Pitch was a bit more mellow; the tabby a bit more feisty. I had one cat carrier and put the orange cat in without too much trouble. I decided to put the tabby in a large laundry hamper. He was NOT happy and that was a bit of trouble but we got them situated in our car and drove them the 4 or 5 miles out in the country to their temporary home.
It was about a 10 minute drive and when we arrived my friend and her hubby took us through their home and out the backdoor to a beautiful garden shed. This is where they would acclimate for a day or two before they were allowed to roam around the property. I remember remarking that any cat would be lucky to live on such a beautiful piece of property; away from city streets, surrounded my trees and beauty. The cats did not agree!
My friend contacted me that night, maybe the next morning. The cats had gotten out of their beautiful garden shed and had disappeared. I was sick to my stomach. How was I going to tell my girl that her cats were missing? I decided I would not tell her right away. Days went by and I would spend big chunks of my time driving around looking for them.
I thought, if they are headed "home" they might be here, or there and drove down many streets and through many neighborhoods in the following days. . I would see a cat that looked similar (there are a lot of tabby's) and my heart would start racing. I would get closer just to find out that was not her cat. I ran a lost ad on the radio station. I put information on Facebook. I even contacted our local newspaper hoping they would take compassion on my story and run a picture of the cats. They did not.
A week went by. Two weeks went by. I could not stop thinking about those cats. I knew how much they meant to their mom and I felt terrible.
One morning I am in the bathroom getting ready for work and their is a tap on the door. Now that in itself is odd because I get up super early and no one ever bothers me. I said "yes?". My grandson said "Grandma, open the door." Very odd! I opened the door, our eyes met, he said nothing only looked down at the ground. My eyes followed his and there at his feet was a skinny, very dirty, Pitch. My knees buckled as I dropped to the floor and started crying and loving on that cat.
I quickly opened a can of tuna and he devoured it. I was in utter amazement. I thanked God over and over again. The amazing thing about this journey is that the cat did not return to his home, but to mine! Just incredible! The tabby never showed up. I like to think he found a nice home with a big barn and lived out the rest of his life catching mice and lazing in the sun.
I have heard many stories in my life about animals finding their way home. I know God created animals to have that instinct, to have an internal GPS that shows them how to get home. He cares so very much for the animals, but He cares even more for you and me.
Matthew 10:29-31 NIV "Are not two sparrows sold for a penny? Yet not one of them will fall to the ground outside your Father’s care. And even the very hairs of your head are all numbered. So don’t be afraid; you are worth more than many sparrows."
If God can help the animals find their way home, how much more will He help us find our way home? And it is much more than 'us' finding 'our' way home. Luke 19:10 says "For the Son of Man came to seek and to save the lost.” He is seeking us. He wants to bring us home. We are the ones who are lost and He left His Heavenly home to put on flesh and dwell with us, to save us! What an amazing God.
Often, just like those cats, we run from the very thing that will give us a good life. We do not see the beauty of the garden shed. We refuse to acclimate to the trees and nature that surrounds us. Instead we opt to run. We run and hide. We go without spiritual food. We are lost. We are hungry.
Jesus said in John 6:35 "I am the bread of life. Whoever comes to me will never go hungry, and whoever believes in me will never be thirsty."
Are you hungry for the word of God? Are you thirsty? Are you lost? Jesus came to find you. He stands at the door of your heart and knocks. Let Him in!
Revelation 3:20 "Here I am! I stand at the door and knock. If anyone hears my voice and opens the door, I will come in and eat with that person, and they with me."