Prodigals, Cats and Me.

Its not like I'm forgetting.
I'll randomly start typing a blog and I'll 1) Get distracted or 2) Not feel like I have anything worthwhile to say.

I still don't really have anything important to say and honestly, I am bit distracted.

Lately I've really been attached to the story of the prodigal son in the Bible.
I blame it on my cat, Ginger. He is supposed to be an indoor cat because really it is safer for him. There is one cat in particular in my neighborhood that I've nicknamed "Toto" because the first time I saw him on our fence I thought he was small dog and I could not figure out how this little dog got on the fence.

Anyways...Ginger wants to do his own thing although he has been beat up before. One night I come home late and see him on our front porch and pick him up to take him inside but I need to get my keys out of my purse so I put him down. I turn around and he is a good distance away.

I drop my purse on the porch and call him. He looks at me and runs away. So I chase him. I love my cat and I don't want him getting hurt.

This chase goes around my whole house..I get scraped because I am Liz and that sort of thing happens. I angrily give up and go inside my house and get ready to sleep.

Alas! An hour later I hear this crying on the porch. Ginger is hungry and wants to come in but when I open the door he knows that he wasn't being obedient because he starts to leave again.
After a little coaching he comes in. After he eats a little and uses his litter box he climbs into my lap and starts to purr.

He reminds me of the prodigal son and his actions remind me of my own. I run from God until I need His assistance. He always opens the door and embraces me and welcomes me home.


Who would've thought that God would use my stubborn cat to show me how deep His love is?