The Purrfect Place
This page is especially for the cat lovers on the web. Normi, who shared 'God Spiesí has a real life incident she had with her cat. Enjoy this special story that Normi has to share with us.
In His Love, Marilyn
The Purrfect Place
By Normi Howard
His mournful, yowling, pitiful cries were driving me nuts. Everyone thinks we have a new baby when they hear his voice. It sounds like he has been without food or changing for hours pathetic, yet almost comical in it's intensity. This particular day I was trying my best to listen to an interesting talk show on the radio while I made banana bread. It was hard to hear with the loud crying, so I told him to be quiet. His persistence at the back door increased. He talks to me with not only verbal speaking but with body language. Going from my legs and being underfoot to the back door time and time again, I knew what he wanted - to go out onto the back porch, like he does all summer, lie in the sun and stretch out among the sunbeams. But this was not summer and he would freeze in a matter of hours if allowed to go out. The high this day would be 32. Being a totally inside cat since birth, I knew how he would hate the cold.
His persistence reminded me of the widow and the judge in the Bible. Because the widow wore the judge down with her constant request, the judge finally gave her what she asked for. I gave in. I let him out onto the cold, windy porch and closed the door. After a period of time I asked him if he wanted to come in, but his pride wouldn't let him. Not yet! He huddled under the table trying to keep warm and not admitting that he was cold and miserable. I left him there for a longer period of time in his misery. Finally, when I next opened the door and called him, he came running as fast as he could to get inside the warm kitchen. We snuggled up on the couch together while I read the mail and he purred contentedly.
As I watched his eyes close, felt his body totally relax on my lap, and heard the rumbling deep within the recesses of his throat, I was reminded of how many times God allows us to have our own persistent way, even when it isn't good for us or what we all want. We yowl and complain, begging to have what we want. God allows us to have it, but when we get it, it does not satisfy. God keeps drawing us back to Himself -reminders from his Spirit. Maybe a sermon, a person, an idea, a word, but we turn away in our pride and tell God "Not yet!" "Let me wallow here for awhile." God keeps calling us.
What does it take to come back and listen to his voice? The realization that this bad choice does not satisfy? Sorrow? Devastation? No joy? No peace? Unfulfilled dreams? Missing God's best? Saying "If only?" If we made listening to God's voice the first time our chief priority when he tells us what to do or what is right, we would save ourselves much unnecessary misery and coldness.
My cat will not want to go out on the porch for awhile, I'm sure. It's too comfortable in the house with me and he feels totally loved and secure here. God loves me and I feel at one with him when I am listening and obeying. My cat and I will practice together!
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