Cling to God like a Cat

By Lauren Schwab

When I walk through the barnyard, my cats love to follow me. They cling to my every step. They need me and long to be by my side. They beg for their morning can of cat food, standing on their hind legs with their front paws in the air, looking up at me with their sweet eyes. They are desperate for me to give them their food. Seeing their desperation and clinging to my legs makes me wonder how miraculous my life might become if I clung to God like my cat clings to me? What if I were desperate for his word each day, what if I truly acted like my life depended on Him. I know my life depends on Him and was created by Him, but I often depend on myself or others more than God.

God loves me, He loves all of us, and is jealous for our time and attention. We often put our earthly priorities and relationships before Him. We only have at best 80 to 100 years on this Earth, then we have eternity with God if we so choose to believe. So shouldn’t we spend our time here with Him, doing what He has called us to do? John 17:4 translated says, “I have glorified you on Earth, by completing down to the last detail what you have assigned me to do.” I don’t know about you, but when I get to Heaven, I don’t want to disappoint God by not completing His assignment for my life. Yet, if I don’t spend time with Him, how will I know my assignment? I have began to journal my time with the Lord. Sometimes it is difficult to know if we are hearing from God or just making up what we think we should do, but the best idea is to write anything down that comes to your mind. My new goal is to spend at minimum 10 minutes each morning reading a passage from the Bible and talking with God. Believe me, my smart phone makes this very distracting, but I know the devil will do anything to distract me from spending time with God.

I know I must be desperate for His word. I must look at His word like I am a cat and opening the Bible in the morning is like God opening a cat of cat food. I must be on my knees begging for his word or “food” for thought. He is my caretaker, just as I am a caretaker for the animals. I know with out a doubt, God assigned my Dad to be a farmer and for me to be there for Him to not only care for the animals, but speak out for all farmers who have been called to do the same. I am caring for what God has blessed us with to provide food. Now I must let Him care for me and not try to do it on my own. Jeremiah 33:3 says, “Call to me and I will answer you and tell you great and unsearchable things you do not know.” I will call to Him and I will cling to Him like a cat.

Merry Christmas from our cat TJ!


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