From a friend in the Middle East
God has been good to me my first few weeks here in the Middle East in many ways. One particular blessing is the cats. There are three of them: Saffra, Ricky and Rocket. I have so much loved inviting them to be friends with me, sit with me and relax in my room. Rocket, the kitten, has responded most enthusiastically and is currently “my” cat while his owner is on leave for several months. He has a purr like a jet engine, and I love it when he purrs in response to me.
Ricky is built like a leopard, stocky and strong, but he’s a scaredy-cat. He often sits outside the open door looking in longingly. Saffra, the most intelligent of the three, gave me a wonderful cuddle my first week here, then showed me her empty food bowl. I didn’t know that her owner was away or where her food was kept. She has scorned me ever since, but I keep trying to win her back.
God is loving on me, too, inviting me to hang out with Him, to trust Him, to enter His care. I realized this week that I respond like the cats. Sometimes, like Rocket, I’m enthusiastic. Sometimes like Ricky: reluctant, especially in parts of my heart where I need God’s healing or forgiveness. Silly of me, really, since I know I can trust Him, but I’m afraid or the grief hurts. But God doesn’t give up; He keeps inviting. He also doesn’t shove me in the door. Even when I’m like Saffra and ignore Him, He keeps inviting and calling. I think how much joy I feel when the cats respond and come to me. How much more God must feel when I answer His invite! After all, He made me, and we have a lifetime and eternity together. I only have these cats for a few months.
God is inviting you, too!