[Those who know Your name]
Our beautiful tabby cat, Sheya, has always hated to be held. From time to time, however, I do try to pick her up anyways. I can’t help myself; I just want to hold her. She doesn’t like this though, she protests, squirms and wants down.
As soon as you put her down she runs, but she always comes back wanting more affection. While she clearly wants the affection and love, she also has her insecurities. She won’t sit in your lap, but she will sit behind you on the back of the sofa, and absolutely loves to be petted as cats do: under the chin; on the top of the head, and she even likes her ears gently stroked.
The Sunny Spot!
A while back she started meowing at me early in the day as if she wanted something from me. When I would follow her, she’d lead me to the sunny spot by the front door where the sun shines through the door’s window. I always said to Andrew that she takes after me because I love the sunny spot too. I’m a sunshine sort of girl who’s prone to Seasonal Affective Disorder, so I need my rays when I can get ’em!
This quickly became our thing. I called it ‘Kitty and Mommy’ time. Every day after breakfast she would come meow at me until I’d follow her to our spot. At times she’d even get a little too excited about it and playfully nip me. The nips were never hard, but she did startle me enough to say, “Hey!”
Often she’d roll over onto her back allowing me to pet her soft underbelly as she purred up a storm. (That cat has one loud motor.) Then, she’d usually roam around me and do what cats do: mark what they believe is theirs, by rubbing their face on everything. This would also include me.
I had noticed that she’d been doing this marking thing even more. Today in particular, she was doing this quite excessively to my hands. My guess was that she wanted more petting–so I did so.
Today was a dreary grey day, but I told her, “We’ll make our own sunshine.” I’d been sitting cross legged on the floor with her when I decided to shift positions. I leaned back against the closet door with both of my legs out straight, then looked at her and said, “You wanna sit in my lap?” I was expecting a “No, of course not Mom,” but to my surprise she began to climb right into my lap where she made herself comfortable. My jaw dropped. I cried.
Not wanting to spook her, I quietly tried to get Andrew’s attention. Suddenly, I saw how my own story paralleled hers. I saw that she felt safe and comfortable enough to trust me. Yeah—I cried. (Wow). I also wondered if this is how God feels when we finally decide to trust Him, nestleing safely into His care.
“Those who know your name trust in You, for you, O LORD, do not abandon those who search for You.”—-Psalm 9:10 (NLT)