Did you ever try to get something done only to find that you keep getting interrupted? It seems like just when I think I have time to focus on a task that something happens that changes my focus. Tonight I was trying to relax and read a book or just watch some TV. I had been gone a little over a week visiting my grandchildren in Atlanta. I needed to catch up on laundry, check email, and try to play catch up with errands at home.
Throughout the day you could hear the cry of a cat as he followed me throughout the house. We have a Bengal and they have about 20 different ways to vocalize and talk to you. Several small chatters meant that he was looking at the birds by the feeder outside. A sharp and loud cry that was repeated over and over was the cry he used to help find me in the house, especially when he had no idea where I was. Another type of meow was made when Beau sat by the door going down into the basement. We had other cats in the basement and although we had tried to put the cats together, Beau Chase had decided that he was going to rule the house. More than once I had seen tufts of black or white hair flying in the house as Beau put everyone else in their respective place. In the kitchen whenever the microwave beeped, he made a cry that alerted me that it was time for his cooked chicken. He stretched out his body and reached as high as he could towards the microwave waiting patiently for his snack. There was another type of meow that he made when you were in one room and the door was closed. He wanted in to keep you company and he knew how to get your attention.
On this particular day he seemed restless. I thought he wanted in my lap but when he tried to snuggle down, he jumped on something else like the table and looked out the window. It seemed like no matter what I did I couldn’t figure out exactly what he wanted. It wasn’t until I sat down and stayed put for longer than five minutes that he climbed up into my lap. Oh, he had climbed up before and I had put him down after a while so I could go on with my tasks. But he seemed restless. It seemed like he wanted to spend time with me but for some reason he couldn’t relax. After many times of hearing his cry, I did something different. I allowed myself time to relax—actually relax and calm down- and within no time the cat slowly snuggled down into my arms and fell asleep. I sat there watching the muscles relax and listen to the quiet breathing of a cat that was perfectly content to do nothing but rest peacefully in my arms. I sat there for almost an hour watching TV and having a cat curled up in my lap. It helped me to relax and forget about all the problems I had been trying to solve. And all of a sudden I discovered a new type of joy. Just watching a cat peacefully sleep was a new adventure. All I had really had to do throughout the day was take a little time with the cat and he was content.
As I thought about this short picture of life I realized that our life is just like that in our relationship with God. God is always there but sometimes we need to be assured that everything is all right. In the security of his arms we are reassured, loved and encouraged. Just to know that He is there and cares for is a key element of Christianity. I don't have to run around all day trying to get His attention. He's always there. Just like the cat curled up in my arms, we can feel protected in the arms of God and realize that He is there for us if only we will call upon His name. We all need security and where else to get it than from a God who cares. (Proverbs 1:33 But whoever listens to me will dwell safely. And I will be secure, without fear of evil.")
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