“Delight yourself in the Lord and He will give you the desires of your heart” – Psalm 37:4
Talk about using a cat to teach. God seems to use Figaro to teach me lessons I ought to know by heart by now.
Figaro is one of the most astounding felines I’ve ever met. He loves to be petted and cuddled especially by me. My mom won’t do. He wants me. I don’t know how it is or why it is so, but he seems to have a special bond with yours truly. He knows my footstep from way off. He can be nosing around outside in the garden, or fast asleep on the table in mom’s room, but the minute he hears my footsteps on the stairs, he’s meowing. It’s almost as if he’s asking me if have I finished my work and will he have all my attention or will that thing I clatter away on, the one he’s not allowed to lie on claim me? Of late, he does this the second he hears my chair scrape the ground as I push it back. He used to sit here while I worked, but it’s too hot for him now without the air conditioner. Like all cats, he likes his creature comforts.
He then bounds up the stairs purring and meowing and goes on, until I lift him up and pet him. Then the only sound is of a contented cat. He seems quite content to rest in my arms, and if I put him down before he’s ready to go, I will hear it – vocally. The welcome I get after a long (read anywhere from a few minutes to a couple of hours) absence is to be believed. He also follows me around like a faithful shadow. We have to lock him up until I’ve gone out of his sight. He shows his affection by licking my hand and nibbling my fingers.
He’s been like this almost from the first week when I brought him home – a frightened little kitten who amazingly adapted to his new home right away. I expected him to bond with mom than me like almost all our previous cats have done. He has bonded with her, but he seems to have a special yen for me.
I was holding him when God asked me – “Am I content to rest in His (God’s) arms, not knowing what’s going to happen, just knowing who’s holding me, content to trust and rest in Him, knowing it’s all going to work out fine? Do I know my God so well, that I recognize his footstep from afar off? Are my ears so attuned to hearing his slightest footfall? Is my chief delight to spend time with my Heavenly Father? Do I delight to rest at His feet, while He does something else, just content to be near Him? Do I just long to be with Him? Is He my chief yen?
Sadly, I have to say that in my relationship with God, I do not match up to Figaro’s love for me.
Father, help me to delight myself in you and to rest content that I am with you and you know best and will work everything out. To know you so well, that I can recognize and will respond joyfully to Your slightest footfall. In Jesus’ name, Amen.