So last week was a pretty lousy week I'm not gonna lie. I was having a pretty good pity party for myself and kind of moping around. It felt like this week was going to be more of the same. I have been preaching a series on the storms of life and well...there have been quite a few rolling through my life. So anyways...last night we had just finished dinner and my son Hunter ran into the house and said that he heard a cat crying in the backyard. I thought oh no not again...not another cat encounter. So this time I strapped on some thick leather gloves and headed out to investigate. When I arrived on the scene I saw a little black kitten in the bushes, I reached in and retrieved it and then another, and another, and another, and yet another. Five altogether in a hole in the ground and no mother around. So I put them in an animal carrier and took them into the garage. I had a meeting to attend so I left and when I got home I checked in on them and they were screeching away. I knew they were hungry and needed something to eat. They couldn't be anymore than a few days old. I found one of my daughter Makenzie's baby doll bottles and filled it with milk and proceeded to feed each of them one at a time until they were full and quiet. After about 30 minutes they were sound asleep for the night.
I sat down and thought to myself...for that brief 30 minutes there was no focus on me or the things going on in my life....the focus was on these helpless little kittens. It was a good reminder for me that God is bigger than the things going on in my life...He is bigger than any storm. I was humbled again and thankful that God loves us so much that he sent His Son Jesus Christ to die for the forgiveness of our sins. We are helpless like the little kittens and need a Savior to love us and guide us through this life. Praise God...
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