Lost Cat

This is a sad story.  It begins, as many stories do, with an abandoned, unwanted, sick, unlovely cat showing up at our doorstep, begging us to be his family.  Unable to send such a wretch away, we adopted this cat and loved it full bore.  We heaped food, water, medicine, warmth, comfort, all we could.  In time, this sickly, skin-and-bones cat grew healthier.  He gained weight, he grew less sick, and he was family.  We loved him.  I loved him.  We named him “Go Eat, Baby”, because that’s what we said to him most often.  So far, sounds like a happy ending.  However, the neighbor neglected to keep her pit bull mix (that had been mistreated) in her home and it was loose.  It came into our yard and attacked and killed our precious cat we had nursed back to health.  It was horrible, heart-breaking and devastated us all.  This was yesterday.  After late nights for everyone over our grief, I sat down to the computer to look for distraction.  And it hit me.  That is what Jesus goes through every day with us.  We are that cat.  We crawled to Him as a last resort, all hope gone.  He lovingly adopts us and nurses us back to health.  When we are starting to do well and enjoy life, here comes Satan to attack and kill us if he can.  We must not let him!  We must not give him that power!  We are safe in the arms of Jesus as long as we stay there.  If we run back when danger draws near, we squash all the generosity and meaning that Jesus heaped on us and invested in us already.  He nourishes us.  We must rest in Him and continue our path to a healthy soul!!

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