When you love your dogs and cats, sometimes you have more than one. When you live in the country, people think that if you have a cat, what could one more hurt?
Dealing with cat disharmony is annoying. I've often wished for fewer cats. Then Saturday night, two of my guys wouldn't come in the house. Around 2:30 a.m., a huge cat brawl woke me. I'm not sure what attacked who, but my favorite little guy came limping in the house, went straight upstairs, and fell asleep on the bed.
Last Wednesday, I woke up overwhelmed with things to do. I felt a still small voice "say" something has to give. I prayed it wouldn't be my ankle. Over the next few days, something did give, but it was not in a very pleasant or happy way.
When I thought about it more, I realized that if it didn't end in such a messy way, I may very well have not gotten the "give." I'd still be clinging to it.
Turns out, that sometimes God has to pry things from our hands. If it is His will, it is for our good, even if it isn't pretty. Somehow, I must find a way to be thankful, even as I sweep up the debris of answered prayer.
Have you ever had this happen? Do you have to have things pried out of your hands or do you give them willingly? And if you are a pet lover, how many do you have?