Oh what a fun evening -- the cat snuck out!
Tippy is a housecat, so we've never gotten a collar or license for him. I've even tried to coax him outside occasionally, but he gets scared and backs away from the open door. But if HE manages to pry the door open by himself, that's a different story! He must have been gone an hour or more until we missed him this evening. And it was raining lightly! Rex and I jumped in the car to drive around the block when we saw the black and white rascal curled up beneath our motor home which we park behind the house. But do you think we could get him to come out? An hour and a half later, in he came, nice and dry, which means the motor home was as far as the little booger got!
Aha! Devotional fodder! Spiritual Runaways!
As God's children, are we ever guilty of running away spiritually? I know we can never actually run away from God. Sometimes people refer to Him as the Hound of Heaven although I'm not sure I like that phrase in referring to the Almighty!
Am I the only one who ever speaks out of turn, or manifests a wrong spirit, or holds a grudge, etc., etc., which in turn leaves me feeling as though I don't want to pray? Leaves me feeling ashamed of myself and not quite ready to face God in prayer?
Thank God for His understanding of our human frailty and our guilty feelings. And thank Him, too, for His never-failing forgiveness. When we ask, He welcomes us back to His loving open arms just as we did Tippy a few moments ago!
How much better, though, to stay within the safety and protection of God's wonderful love to begin with!
Preacher's Kid
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