He Has It All Under Control!

IMG_1440Yesterday, my husband and I, spotted a cat lying in a parking lot behind a restaurant. It was covered in brown and tan fur, patterned like camouflage. The poor thing was lying in a pool of it’s own blood. The type that is so fresh and bright that it was almost glowing.
It shook me.
It shook my husband.
I felt helpless.
Its life was draining out on the asphalt and there wasn’t a thing I could do about it.
So, I prayed.
Then it dawned on me that many people are lying in a pool of their own blood- somewhere in this world.
They are alone. *No one* is there.
We sympathize with animals because they are seen as cute and innocent.
But people are messy, crazy.
We have become desensitized to the traumatic scenes we see on the news or in our communities. I guess in some ways we have to be. Who could survive those images day in and day out?
They are a testament to the cruelty of life.
However, think about this. We are no better than that animal lying helpless in his blood.
**IF, we are without God.**
He alone has seen fit to trade the life of His own Son for ours. It is the blood of Jesus- shed alone, naked, violently -that gives us eternal life.
God is not desensitized to our pain.
He has worked out a beautiful plan for our lives. One that assures that we can get up and walk away from this mess we have made.
Imagine if we could see the angels standing over the sick and dying. Imagine if we could witness the souls of men and women, drifting away to heaven- after they have breathed their last.
We would have so much more peace.
Faith in God = peace.
That’s what I felt after I prayed for that cat.
Peace.
I knew that God was there just like he is for all of us. Nothing escapes His notice.
We can breath deep and relax. He has it all under control!

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A True Labor Of Love

271Last night, I promised my kids cheese grits and sausages in the morning. When I woke up, I started my devotions while they were still asleep. I got lost in my own world.
Time ticked away.
I remembered my promise.
I quickly began to shuffle around in the kitchen.
My daughter walked in with a worried look on her face.
“When will the food be ready? I’m really hungry.” she said.
“I’m working on it now, honey.”
I showed her the pot I was cleaning for the grits.
She looked doubtful.
I told her that cooking takes time. It is easy to go out and get fast food. But it takes a lot more time and effort to plan meals, go to the store and walk around for hours, and then transport bags in and out of the car. Then it must be put away and taken out again to prepare a meal. Don’t forget, the kitchen has to be cleaned.
I told her that a large part of my day was spent on meals.
* By the grace of God, she was still standing there- listening. (She must’ve been really hungry. ♥) *
But most importantly, I told her that it was a real labor of love to have home cooked meals.
To which, she uttered some the most beautiful words in the English language.
“Thank you for cooking for us, Mom.”
Then she hugged me!
Have you hugged your chef today? Kiss them and tell them you love them! 🙂 In fact, tell them I love them too! LOL!

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