I wrote about our cat Minx a few weeks ago. Minx was a rescue cat, she was found abandoned with her sister. Her sibling had already been adopted when we saw Minx and decided to give her a forever home. From day one she was part of the family and seemed so grateful for our love and companionship. She is probably one of the most loving cats we have ever had, and definitely the most vocal.
I usually get home a bit before Jim does so I can get dinner ready and not have to be rushed. I would swear that Minx could barely care less when I come in, but somehow it is like she has an internal clock and she knows just about the time that Jim will be home. She sits in front of the sliding glass door and waits for him, very loudly. She meows and meows and as many times as I tell her to shush, she just keeps meowing. I am positive she can see his truck when he turns the corner onto our street; she gets even louder and meows until he opens up the door and comes in. She seems almost like a dog in that aspect, waiting for her master to return.
Well, another life lesson from our cat; she is always on the lookout for her master's return and not afraid to let everyone know it. All of us as Christians were at one time or another orphans, separated from our Father and awaiting rescue. For myself I remember that moment of connection with my Lord and the love and comfort and assurance that I felt. To be honest, most people I know that have given their lives to the Lord can tell you the exact date of that happening, sometimes down to the minute. I cannot remember that date, but I can remember shortly after that, one night I had a dream, maybe a vision...I really can't tell you. I was on a dusty road, I can't tell you the time or place but in the distance I saw someone coming. There were many people around me, a large crowd. As that person in the distance came closer I realized it was Jesus. Oh, how I hoped He would notice me. But there were so many others, surely more worthy of His time. As He got nearer I remember just kind of curling up into a little ball, unnoticeable and insignificant. My head was buried in my arms, so I could no longer see around me. Then I experienced the most magnificent thing. Jesus gathered my into His arms and just held me. I don't remember any words, but oh that feeling of unutterable love, complete and total acceptance, and relief. I was cherished, I was validated, I was His. I was no longer an undesirable unwanted orphan. I had been rescued, I had been ransomed, I had been redeemed.
That moment changed my life. Yes, there are times I still struggle with feelings of low self-worth, until I remember my worth comes from who I am in Him. I have been welcomed into His family as a treasured member, embraced and adored.
I remember as a child being so proud of my daddy, the police detective. Some Saturdays he used to take me to the station with him. I felt so special, my daddy was an important man and I was his daughter. Everyone acknowledged him and treated me preferentially. I used to tell everyone that my daddy was a detective with a shiny silver badge.
My dad is in heaven now, and oh how happy I am that my earthly dad is with my heavenly Father. I still tell everyone that asks that my dad was a homicide detective and worked on some very important cases, including the death of Marilyn Monroe. I love to brag on him. But the One I truly brag on these days is my Father God and my Lord Jesus. I will share until my last breath or until He returns; I will be vocal about it, unashamed. I will share of all He has done in my life. Physical healing from fibromyalgia. Restoring my marriage and giving me a new love for my husband that has not faded over time. Giving me a family to love. Giving me a platform with my writing to share all that He is and what He has done.
I will be like our cat Minx, watching and waiting and unashamed to proclaim my desire for my Master's return. I will make declaration of His love and His mercy and His grace. I will loudly proclaim His sacrifice for me and of His rescuing me from a life of abandonment and fear. I will continue to herald His adoption of me and of giving me a forever home.
I usually get home a bit before Jim does so I can get dinner ready and not have to be rushed. I would swear that Minx could barely care less when I come in, but somehow it is like she has an internal clock and she knows just about the time that Jim will be home. She sits in front of the sliding glass door and waits for him, very loudly. She meows and meows and as many times as I tell her to shush, she just keeps meowing. I am positive she can see his truck when he turns the corner onto our street; she gets even louder and meows until he opens up the door and comes in. She seems almost like a dog in that aspect, waiting for her master to return.
Well, another life lesson from our cat; she is always on the lookout for her master's return and not afraid to let everyone know it. All of us as Christians were at one time or another orphans, separated from our Father and awaiting rescue. For myself I remember that moment of connection with my Lord and the love and comfort and assurance that I felt. To be honest, most people I know that have given their lives to the Lord can tell you the exact date of that happening, sometimes down to the minute. I cannot remember that date, but I can remember shortly after that, one night I had a dream, maybe a vision...I really can't tell you. I was on a dusty road, I can't tell you the time or place but in the distance I saw someone coming. There were many people around me, a large crowd. As that person in the distance came closer I realized it was Jesus. Oh, how I hoped He would notice me. But there were so many others, surely more worthy of His time. As He got nearer I remember just kind of curling up into a little ball, unnoticeable and insignificant. My head was buried in my arms, so I could no longer see around me. Then I experienced the most magnificent thing. Jesus gathered my into His arms and just held me. I don't remember any words, but oh that feeling of unutterable love, complete and total acceptance, and relief. I was cherished, I was validated, I was His. I was no longer an undesirable unwanted orphan. I had been rescued, I had been ransomed, I had been redeemed.
That moment changed my life. Yes, there are times I still struggle with feelings of low self-worth, until I remember my worth comes from who I am in Him. I have been welcomed into His family as a treasured member, embraced and adored.
I remember as a child being so proud of my daddy, the police detective. Some Saturdays he used to take me to the station with him. I felt so special, my daddy was an important man and I was his daughter. Everyone acknowledged him and treated me preferentially. I used to tell everyone that my daddy was a detective with a shiny silver badge.
My dad is in heaven now, and oh how happy I am that my earthly dad is with my heavenly Father. I still tell everyone that asks that my dad was a homicide detective and worked on some very important cases, including the death of Marilyn Monroe. I love to brag on him. But the One I truly brag on these days is my Father God and my Lord Jesus. I will share until my last breath or until He returns; I will be vocal about it, unashamed. I will share of all He has done in my life. Physical healing from fibromyalgia. Restoring my marriage and giving me a new love for my husband that has not faded over time. Giving me a family to love. Giving me a platform with my writing to share all that He is and what He has done.
I will be like our cat Minx, watching and waiting and unashamed to proclaim my desire for my Master's return. I will make declaration of His love and His mercy and His grace. I will loudly proclaim His sacrifice for me and of His rescuing me from a life of abandonment and fear. I will continue to herald His adoption of me and of giving me a forever home.
