Dear Reader,
It started
out like an ordinary Saturday with a visit to town and a flea market. After
that we went to a garden center for a cup of coffee and I was going to look for
some flowers. I had promised to buy a Clematis creeper to my daughter in law E
and managed at the same time to fall for three more plants before leaving. I
called E to hear how she and my son was doing and she answered in a sad voice
“Keeping up”. Her sadness had to do with the disappearance of one of their
beloved cats; Lelle. He had been gone for 9 days and now they feared he was
dead.
We decided
to make a visit and be a distraction from all the thoughts about the cat and
what could have happened to him. During our stay we did some weeding and
planting and had a good time together and of course we talked all the time about Lelle.
- Let's ask God
to find the cat, I said
-
You cannot
imagine how many fervent prayers I have sent up to God morning and evening. And
I have asked myself what he wants me to learn from this, she said.
When we had done most of what we had intended to do and started planning to
go home E. asked my husband to take all the weeds we had gathered to the
compost because she was afraid there might be snakes there. He took the
wheelbarrow and started towards the compost when he suddenly stopped and called
out :
-
- Look! Over there! Lelle!!
We had speculated that a fox had taken him, he had been run over by a car,
he had become trapped somewhere, and many other negative option and now he was
sitting on the well cover as the most
natural thing in the whole world after 9 days.
There were open arms and many hugs and lots of food and "candy"
and then a report to compassionate
friends who had supported the search: He is home!!! And peace was
restored.
The cat was obviously happy about meeting “mom” again and all the attention,
but had no idea what all the fuss was about.
Grateful prayers were sent up to Father in Heaven who answered the prayers;
despite our negative outlook for Lelle.
Late at night and back home, my husband told me that when he took a walk
to the sea with our dog , he stopped and sat beside the beach for a while.
Out of the blue he said, the words just came out:
-
- Please; Fix the cat!
As soon as the thought had left his mind he felt warm inside as if he knew
things would work out really well; but when he saw the cat on the well cover he
still could not believe that the answer to his short prayer was right in front
of him. He had to look twice before calling out to E.
It was an ordinary Saturday with an unexpected happy ending of the day;
because although we had tried to encourage and comfort E, that God could bring
Lelle back, in our hearts we had already buried the cat.
So what can we learn from this story? Isn’t it a waist of God’s time to
pray for a missing cat? No I don’t think so; because I am told in
Philippians 4:
“Do not be
anxious about anything, but in every situation, by prayer and petition, with
thanksgiving, present your requests to God. 7 And the peace of God, which
transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ
Jesus.”
(I wonder how
many times we bury the answer to our prayers before getting the answer)
Sincerely
yours,Ida