“Graaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaace Graaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaace, Goooooooood’s Graaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaace……”
the old timers were never in a hurry. Even their songs reflect a more laid back attitude towards life and the making of proper priorities. So what if it took 15 minutes to sing one worship song to God? They weren’t checking their watches.
Of Grace. Grace is so beyond me. Not in the sense that I don’t have it or am unworthy to receive it, beyond me in the sense of comprehension. It’s just too great. Too big, too much, too huge.
The cat formerly known as Preggers, or TCFKAP, (rolls of the tongue real nice doesn’t it?) has been a real life testimony of God’s grace. She’s just a regular looking stray cat with a bad eye, she got pregnant, had no home and desperately wanted to be a part of my family. She had her kittens in a box we made for her outside, she ate our measly scraps and she reminded me of the woman with the sick daughter and Jesus. BTW: the casual reference to Ben and I being like Jesus and/or God in this little parable is in no way as arrogant as it appears, it’s just convenient for my story.
TCFKAP never gave up, even when we tried to ignore her for a couple of days, she persevered. My cats hate her and would hiss and growl at her through the door but she knew it would be best for her kittens if they were inside. We broke. Now she has a bedroom to herself. A clean box for her and the kittens, fresh food and water brought to her and a litter box. As we moved her inside and picked up her kittens to move them to the new box, she sat by and trusted us. When we were finished she went into the box, counted her kittens then stretched herself out along them. She watched us for a minute, then laid her head down and closed her eyes.
Why can’t I be like that?