I am up way to early this morning. It is 3:30 to be precise. I am unable to sleep with my husband off to work so early. At this time of the morning who else do I find up and all out of sorts strolling about the house, but Panther himself.
Panther is a lovable, mischievous cat that acts before he thinks, frequently finding himself in trouble with the granny kitties. He is a walking answer to prayer for my small children and sometimes a great testing of my patience. I find myself yelling at him more times in a day then I do all of my children combined in a week.
None the less he is an adorable character and a welcomed companion this morning. As I pick him up and hold him close to me, he gives me a hug. Yep, that's right, a hug. One front leg on each side of my neck and his head tucked up against my jaw. It is a true hug. It is also his comfort position. He is frightened by storms, and the weather changes that bring the, but if I hold him close rubbing his ears and stroking his silky fur, his racing heart will slow down and he will snooze off in the security of my arms.
How poignant of a reminder this is for me. In my time of feeling ill at ease, there God was, reminding me that no matter what storms may blow into my life, I am safe in his arms.
Psalm 37:39 But the salvation of the righteous is of the LORD: he is their strength in the time of trouble.
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