She entered my mom's world innocently enough - she just happened to find the "doggy door" in the basement.
It's hard to say how that scrawny little black cat found its way to my parent’s house in the country. More than likely, someone chose that spot and dropped her off. Whoever it was didn't want her anymore. So, looking for a place out of the cold and wet weather, that kitten found its way to the back of the house and through the opening for the dogs.
When my mom became aware of that kitten's presence in the basement, she began to make contact with her. Not that the kitten wanted anything more than the food mom could offer. Obviously very hungry, that cat would greedily accept anything my mother would put out. She just didn't want anything to do with mom.
Sometimes mom would sit at the bottom of the basement steps for forty-five minutes or longer, waiting to make contact. The kitten, by now affectionately called Miss Kitty, would finally make her appearance, never getting too close for any personal contact.
This went on for a month before Miss Kitty allowed herself to be brought into closer contact with the one who had been her caregiver in her time of need.
As that scrawny, undernourished cat began to get healthy again, and began to trust who my mom was and what she was all about, she made her way into the rest of the house. She made herself at home. Miss Kitty felt comfortable there, she felt loved. In fact, she became a part of the family. Not that I'm jealous or anything, even though she is treated better than I ever was when I lived there!
Isn't that cat just like us? Isn't the way Miss Kitty came to my mother's home how we come to God? We’re battered, we're lonely, we've been abandoned. We feel just like that scrawny little cat, simply needing to get out of the elements and have someone give us a little love.
In the beginning, we want what God can give us, because we are so needy. And we gladly accept what he offers, even though we won't get too close. We've been hurt before.
In time, though, we realize God is there every time we need him. When we finally start to heal a little from our past, we inch even closer to him, desiring to see who this is that has been taking care of us.
Finally, we realize that we have been well-taken care of. Our needs have been met. We're not as despondent any more. We are not lost. We've found a home.
But there's more.
We have that deep desire within us to get closer to the One who has shown us all this love. And when we do take that risky step, we experience an even deeper love we never had before, even being adopted into the family!
Thank you mom, and thank you Miss Kitty, for giving us a glimpse into the heart of God!