“Let’s try this trail!” My son pointed to a narrow trail through a little piece of woods that bordered the street we were bicycling on.
“It looks hard,” I answered. “Maybe we should get off our bikes.” Inside, I was picturing riding down the steep slope, hitting that hump at the bottom, and flying off into the trees.
“Nah, we can handle it,” my husband said as he took off, my son right behind him.
My daughter and I watched the boys disappear over the hump, then turned to look at each other.
“You go next,” I told my daughter. I still wasn’t sure this was a smart thing for a middle aged lady to do.
After watching her navigate the path as smoothly as the boys, I cautiously started off. Gaining speed, I almost screamed when I hit the hump but managed to stay on the bike even as I made the turn that lay right behind it. When I came to a stop, the others cheered. We walked our bikes a few more steps around some branches when my daughter stopped us.
“Do you hear that?” she asked.
We listened quietly a few minutes before we heard it too.
Just like I heard you when you called to Me.
“It’s coming from over there.” My husband pointed across the little stream that ran by the trail.
It took a few more minutes before we spotted the tiny gray form. It was on the other side of the stream, meowing pitifully. It would look at us, then try to cross the cold water. After several unsuccessful tries, it gave up and paced up and down the edge of the water, looking at us as it continued to cry. She couldn’t get to us, so we decided to find a way to get to her.
Just like I did when I went to the cross for you.
It wasn’t until we got back home with the tiny kitten that we discovered just how bad a shape she was in.
She was very young, probably less than a month, wet, cold, covered with fleas. One eye was closed, covered with a brown crusty film, and her other eye wasn’t that much better off. There was a smelly discharge coming from her ears, and she had a kind of wheezing cough.
Just like you were when I found you.
Even so, we fell in love with her immediately. We saw past the disease and filth to the vulnerable and sweet kitten that she was.
Just like I see past all your sins and failures to the lovely treasure you are.
Even though we couldn’t imagine loving her any more than we already did, we knew we couldn’t leave her in that condition.
Just like I couldn’t leave you in your condition.
“She’s going to the vet first thing tomorrow,” my husband said. “She looks pretty sick.”
“She must be hungry. What can we feed her?” I asked. We had some dog food in the house but no cat food.
“We can ask next door,” my daughter said. “They have a cat.”
Our neighbor was generous but the kitten couldn’t eat any of the dry cat food.
“Maybe she’s too young. What else can we try? She has to eat something before tomorrow.” I said.
“What about tuna fish?” my son asked.
“Sure, we could try,” my husband replied. He went inside, and returned a moment later with a small dish of tuna.
As soon as the kitten smelled it, she attacked it like she hadn’t eaten in days. Mostly likely, she hadn’t.
Just like I feed you what you can handle.
Over the next week, her health improved dramatically as we applied the medicine the vet had given us. She didn’t like it and fought us at times, but we knew it was necessary if she was going to return to full health.
Just like how you are healing as I work in you, even if you resist at times.
After a month, you couldn’t tell that she had ever been sick. Cassi was healthy in every way, and had became my daughter’s best friend!
Just like you, My friend!