As I approached the house she loped toward it in front of me, eager to get in and glad I was home.
I assumed I’d forgotten to fill her dish and she was celebrating the arrival of her waiter/chef.
I retrieved a can of Fancy Feast and emptied it into the dish…dinner is served.
She just stared at it, then stared at me.
She was evidently not in the mood for Fancy Feast…
I grabbed a new dish and some fine Whiskas (with gravy) and presented it to her.
She stared at it, stared at me, and began to yowl.
I admonished her for her finicky ways, talked about starving kitties in Africa, and got yet another dish which I filled with a fine Friskees pate and set it before her.
Two blank stares and a yowl were my reward.
I plopped into my chair in exasperation and frustration.
“Stupid cat! What do you want?”!!!
She lept into my lap, and bumped heads with me, purring like a vintage Harley.
She curled up in a big ball of cat and was sound asleep by the time I figured it out.
It wasn’t about the food.
She wanted me.
She was waiting for me to come home so she could be with me.
She didn’t need any food, she needed my lap.
She appreciates the food, but she loves my presence.
Most of the time I measure my worth to my loved ones by what I can do for them.
Most of the time I measure God’s worth by what He can do for me.
Most of the time I measure my worth to God by what I think I’m doing for Him.
Most of the time I’m wrong about all these relationships.
What’s truly valuable to those who really love you is you.
The rest is all Whiskas with gravy…
Make your own application…