Meet Mitty Kitty. He's my favorite lap kitty. As you can see from the picture, he's not always the brightest either. By the webs on his face, I'd say he'd taken a venture under the house. Amazing how he came running back to the door, looking for relief. He knows where home is, and who loves him. Simple trust.
I love the way he mews at me when he's ready for a snooze. He only mews at me so he can get on my lap. His favorite spot is on a red, black and white afghan. Now put that on me, and he's in heaven. His favorite blanky on his favorite person. This cat knows what he wants.
So often I see God's lessons in things like this. Oh, he's really good at doing that. Especially through my kids. As I looked at this picture, I wondered what lesson God might want to teach me.
Is it about trust? Knowing that no matter how "messed up" I get, God is always there, waiting and ready to open the door? Is it about appearance, understanding that regardless of what's happening on the outside—getting older, fatter, you fill in the blank—God still loves me? That his love can't be lessened or increased, it just is? Or perhaps it's a lesson about endurance—accepting that things just happen sometimes. The trick is to dust off (which Mitty did himself, btw) and get back on track.
Or maybe it's just a picture of a cute but messy kitty named Mitty.
What do you see when you look at Mitty?