2017 seems to be trying to top it in the first week.
Fortunately, I don’t remember most of it as I’ve either been delirious with fever and chills, asleep, or somewhere in between delirious and asleep.
I’ve got experience functioning in the latter space, which leads me to todays topic, my cat.
Of course it does.
When the worst of this bug hit me, Miss Kitty sat on the bed and watched me go through it.
The violent hacking cough disturbed her napping as I convulsed the whole bed.
Then the fever hit, then the chills, and hacking continued, and I truly hoped I was wrong about the timing of the Rapture, because I was ready to go.
I was curled up in a pathetic mess with an electric blanket, two space heaters, and anything else I could cover up with.
It wasn’t working but I was too weak to care as the flu I was vaccinated for ripped through me, changing into pneumonia in my lungs.
That’s where the cat comes in.
Missy curled up right next to me and I hung on to her as I hacked, shook, coughed and sweated.
When the worst of that abated, she put her head under my chin and began to purr.
She wasn’t purring because she was happy….she was purring because when cats want to soothe themselves (or others) they purr.
Some believe the vibrations of the purring help the cat heal.
The purring wasn’t for her, it was for me…she kept her head right under my chin so I could feel her and hear her….and in about twenty minutes I was asleep.
When I woke up a few hours later, she was still in the the same place.
She didn’t leave my side for at least 12 straight hours.
I’m on my way to recovery now, but now I can’t fall asleep without purring in my ear…
I told you all that to tell you this…
We have no promise this year will be better than last.
We have no promise we will even see all or part of the year to come.
What we do know is that as long as we are here we can see and celebrate the goodness of God in the most difficult of times.
We can be assured He is present and active in whatever we are going through, and He is going through it with us.
We are not orphans, we are not abandoned.
We are adopted children of the King.
Sometimes it suits the King to come to us covered in fur.
Don’t miss the day of your visitation…
Make your own application…