she is one of my best friends. For those who might not know me as well, my cats are my children. They own the house and yes, I am that crazy cat lady.
Abbey is always there waiting for me the second I open the door. Even if she was sleeping she comes running down the stairs with squinty eyes to greet me. She can hear me before I’ve even reached the front door. She immediately follows me until I pick her up and pet her, then she falls right back asleep in my arms. this happens every time I come home. no joke.
This morning I wouldn’t let her outside because of the storms. She was chomping at the bit to go though, to the point where she would stand on her back two legs and with her front paws scratch the door back and forth very fast. Even though I knew that she was safer inside on the warm dry couch looking out, I let her out. And she came right back within 5 minutes, jumped up on my lamp and fell asleep.
Isn’t this how we are with God? We want the freedom to make our own choices, because we think we know better. Like Abbey, we want to go outside even if it is pouring. So God gives us that freedom, but how many times have we been wrong? How many times when we follow our own desires has it ended up pouring on us?
God’s plans for us are bigger than we can even imagine. And what is SO great about Him is even when we go astray, into the storm, He is always there waiting for us when we come back to hold us in His arms :] no matter how long we were gone for.
It is like in the parable of the lost son… Luke 15:20-24
“But while he was still a long way off, his father saw him and was filled with compassion for him; he ran to his son, threw his arms around him and kissed him. The son said to him, ‘Father, I have sinned against heaven and against you. I am no longer worthy to be called your son. But the father said to his servants, ‘Quick! Bring the best robe and put it on him. Put a ring on his finger and sandals on his feet. Bring the fattened calf and kill it. Let’s have a feast and celebrate. For this son of mine was dead and is alive again; he was lost and is found.’ So they began to celebrate.”