Since closing the reproductive factory five years ago with the birth of baby Ellie, it seems as if my body has been preparing for a “going out of business” sale.
…36 months to being pregnant
…52 months dedicated to breastfeeding
Over SEVEN years of either someone growing IN or hanging OFF my body.
All I’m left with are sagging breasts and a bladder that’s as unpredictable as Kentucky weather.
It was like the bartender came in and shut off the dance floor and said,
“Okay kids! Party’s over! You don’t gotta go home, but ya can’t stay here!”
So, I did what any sane person would do…
We got cats.
We got one cat, Miss Watermelon, about 10 years ago. She was Max’s cat.
Nine years later came Lucy Belle. We got her for Ellie.
Well, Reagan wants one because Maggie killed his chickens (she is a bird dog after all…)
Here comes Garfield.
Well, now Phoebe can’t be the only one without a cat! Look at her sad eyes! Get that baby a cat!
Lastly, Stormy Jane.
Jason said that if I bring another cat home, he’s moving to the basement.
So I guess now the cat factory is closed down too.
Yours truly gets to feed these sweet little kitties.
And clean the litter box.
And chase Garfield when he runs out the door.
Dumb cat…ya got no claws!
After several months of me feeding them, I started to notice a pattern in their eating behavior.
I’d crack open a can of cat food and like Pavlov’s dog, they’d come running like they hadn’t eaten in weeks.
Peel the lid off and set it aside.
Turn the can upside down in their bowl so all that yummy gravy goodness slides right on out.
Give a little tap tap on the side of the bowl, and PLOP.
Dinner is served.
Yet instead of diving head first into their food bowl, they have their entire furry faces shoved into the empty can licking their little hearts out, growling, and practically having a foodgasm over the leftover gravy chunks in the can.
Um, hello? Little kitties, your main course is over here!
I sometimes literally have to pick them up and direct them to dinner.
As I was about ready to snap a picture and Cat Shame them on Facebook, I felt the Lord clear His throat.
You laugh, but you do the same thing.
You do. I am the Lord Your God. I have ALL these promises or you. IF, you’d read My Word more often, you’d know…*ouch*
Yet, you’re over there licking your wounds and whinin’ about ‘Why won’t God do this’ or ‘When will God change this situation’ or ‘Why does God feel silent in this area.’
Stop devouring scraps.
Stop seeking empty things.
I’ve got the real deal for you and it’s right in your face.
Gee whiz! All that from a can of cat food? And good God! A little gentler next time, huh Lord?!
Yes. You’re right. I am Good.
Insert eye roll emoji…
So what exactly are we seeking?
Are our prayers coming out as moans and hope filled wishes?
Are we seeking things that are empty?
Relationships that can’t fill us.
Chasing after a perfect job and salary that provides us with lots and lots of things.
A social media feed that leaves us feeling empty.
Or are we seeking who we really are in Christ and taking the authority we’ve been given?
My kitties, as sweet as they are, were frantic, panicked about missing out on their food.
They were scrambling in fear as if I was about to jerk away from them the very thing I’d just given them.
In the meantime they were missing out of the goodness that was before them.
Don’t miss God’s best; the “meat;” because you are at your heart driven by fear, worry and doubt.
Seek out the One; the ONLY One who can fill us and make us whole.
He promises us that when we seek Him, we will find Him.
Get Moving Monday:
Ephesians 3:12, 20
In order to get the full meaning of these scriptures, back up and read the whole chapter. Read the verse in context.
Ask yourself these questions:
Who is the writer talking to?
What was the culture like when this was written?
Why is it important that this scripture is here at this particular point?
How can I apply this scripture to my life today?
Do my habits, thoughts, actions, mirror the people this scripture is intended for?
I’m a book-shelving, former tap dancer, wanna be writer, singer,
and banjo player, mother of 4, wife of 1, follower of Christ,
walking in the shadow of the Proverbs 31 woman
and redeemed by the grace and love of an Almighty God…
just living the dream.