It was early dawn. My husband who gets up before anyone else on earth, arrived in the den only to hear our 12 year old feral feline wailing and acting strange. Opening the back door there she stood in front of him holding a 2 inch field mouse in her mouth as if to show him her gift of love.
Little did she know opening her mouth very wide to wail one more time the mouse fell out. He shut the door in an effort to keep the rodent from running inside. Maxi took off chasing him as if to say, “You are mine.”
Mark knew he had to stop this chase. Grabbing the cat after cornering this very frightened creature he brought her inside only to have her sit by the door and whine.
He hadn’t even had a cup of coffee yet.
Leaving her to her misery of the lost gift he made his early morning joe.
By the time I moved much later he told me of this great adventure.
The cat began wailing at me as if I would let her out. Somehow her instincts knew her prey was still around.
He and I went outside only to find the ailing rat in a hole on the right side of the back door. She runs out and begins to attack. The mouse escapes, running around the table, grill and into a side corner. Grabbing the cat once again we put her inside. She was not happy with her grandparents. Her efforts to once again show her appreciation for saving her life years ago was in the least futile in her eyes.
By now I needed coffee.
We sat in the den watching tv and resting for a while. Too much excitement at 7am.
30 minutes later I went outside. Not only was the mouse still there, he was crouched behind my Swedish Ivy plant up against the brick on the left side of the door.
Mark attempted to catch him only to have the scared mouse run and fall right into the pool! Swimming for his life Mark finally caught him with the pool net. Giving him his freedom, Maxi ran outside to continue to search.
She sniffed all around still believing she could locate her hard earned present. Her facial expression said it all.
“Why would you do this to me? I wanted to give it to you to show you my love?”
Isn’t that kind of like God?
Not that he wants to bless us with rodents but the abundance of his own love. Love that captures hearts like no other. Love that is supernatural and healer of all ills. Love that surrounds his people so overwhelming that once it hits you are never the same.
Maybe God feels like our cat sometimes. She gave us love only for us to throw it away. She exerted energy she rarely has these days to announce her gratitude only for us to deny it. She spent hours tracking for a gift we simply refused.
We can learn from our friendly felines the word, “devotion.” They seem to know what it means more than people.
God can take the size of a field mouse kind of love and make it grow.
So go catch a field mouse today and give it to God. It’s a start, and he will accept it with open arms.
Romans 8:38 “And I am convinced that nothing can ever separate us from God’s love. Neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons, neither our fears for today nor our worries about tomorrow–not even the powers of hell can separate us from God’s love.”
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