Last week, when I was so full of grief, I couldn’t function at all. It wasn’t until a questioning, “Meow?” at 5:30 in the morning made me leap from bed. I had completely forgotten to feed the cats the night before! Their bowls were licked clean.
Heaping praise upon my good kitties for not waking me earlier, I remedied my error. But as I went back to bed, I started thinking.
I wondered if there had been some deep and sober cat discussions in the night. Questions like, “Is Mom really good?” and, “Can we trust her to meet our needs?” Or, “What will we do if there is never any food again?” and, “Doesn’t she love us?”
Go ahead and laugh, but I’ve asked similar questions about God.
Now, I’m not saying I am God, to my cats or to anyone. For one thing, I can’t multitask the way He does. I forget. He doesn’t. I get tripped up by my own needs. He doesn’t. I make mistakes. He doesn’t. He has never forgotten to feed me.
The cats know perfectly well where the food comes from (a cannister on the counter) and who gives it to them (me). They know they can remind me and they do, sometimes with a meow, other times with a gentle – or not so gentle – nip. They know I love them.
Just like I know Who supplies my needs, listens to my prayers and loves me. It comforts me to know that I can reach out to Him any time, even at 5:30 in the morning. Even if I am barely awake. Even when I’m unfocused or sad. “People will let you down,” I tell my cats (and everyone else!), “but God never will.”
That’s my story and I’m sticking to it!
It may seem that those who are poor and needy have been forgotten,
but God will not forget them. He will not leave them without hope.
Psalm 9:17-19 Easy-to-Read Version (ERV)
I can’t brag about my love for God because I fail Him daily,
but I can brag about His love for me because it never fails!