Ponderings and the Latest

Do your pets love you? I have a cat that has been with us for 15 years now. She loves us so much that she tries to run out the door any chance she gets lol. Well, yesterday she was successful and made it out the door. I tried to get her but she managed to stay two steps ahead of me, just out of reach, and finally slipped into the underbrush of the woods. I took a look at the thick leaves on the ground, thought of the mild temperatures we had the last couple of days, the critters, slithery in particular, and I thought, "Oh, well, Tinkerbell you are on your own!"

Later I went out and hollered, "kitty, kitty" like crazy but was met with nothing but the barking of the neighbor's dogs. Does anyone else feel a little foolish when having to do that? "Heeere Kitty Kitty!!!" at the top of your lungs. Silence. I felt so silly wandering around in the dark calling for this cat! One time our other cat went missing for almost a week and we kept doing that only to realize he was sitting in the woods watching us!

Well, Tink, didn't come back and when I heard the pouring rain this morning along with the thunder I pictured the poor little old thing in the woods drowning. The FisherMan found her this morning in the yard trying to stay dry huddled under the lean-to on the shed.

I wonder why she tries to so hard to run only to return always scared and meowing, starving to death. Hasn't she learned yet? She has it made with a comfortable home, a full food dish, plenty of water and there's always someone willing to give her a scratch on the back. But, still, every so often the alley cat in her rises up and she gets the itch to run and explore outside. The FisherMan says you can't fix stupid.

It's a little like us with our Lord. It's like we get bored with the safety or something and jump out in our own independence. Heads held high we saunter off determined to complete our own agenda without His interference. As He reaches out to us we run, trying to stay out of reach. We run back to what we once knew. But then the storms come and we run back to Him crying, scared, and starved for his Word. He finds us, huddling under the pitiful shelter of the world.

Why don't we ever learn? Haven't we been hurt by the world enough? Haven't we tired of looking for excitement in all the wrong places? When we look around at how He has blessed us, why do we always dissect it to find the bad? Why do we seem to want to be dissatisfied with what He gives us?

Just a little something to think on. :)

For those that have been wondering, I am doing ok, I suppose. Still having a lot of pain which I wasn't expecting. But I went through a delivery then the surgery to remove the torn, retained placenta. So I guess it makes sense to have to recover and it would take some time.

All the kids have been sick with flu. I came home Tuesday from the hospital to a sick house! For anyone who isn't aware, Tamiflu makes them ill tempered! It says in the insert that it may cause behavioral changes, particularly in children. It's true! between being cranky from just being sick then the medication, my littles have been very irritable. I felt soooooo sorry for them because they really couldn't help it! They finished it yesterday though and hopefully they will get back to themselves soon. They, like us, are also dealing with trying to understand that we won't have a new baby in the house. It takes patience and love to help them through it because they don't always know how to articulate their feelings and fears.

I am working on a post about Abigail's birth. I have been writing it in spurts. I will go ahead and warn you that it might be long. But I know when I was hit by the news, reading someone else's story would have helped me. You just don't know what to expect. So I am sharing the physical side of it, what went on in the hospital, how we told our girls...just all of it in the hopes it might help someone else. Also I really don't want to forget any of it. I am the type who sometimes blocks out memories. I can't tell you a lot about funerals of loved ones etc. So I would like for her story to all be written down, just for Abigail. When I finish it and I'm ready, I will post it.