It’s early, early morning and that fat orange cat is meowing on and on.
I give up and rise, opening the door to let him out of our room, he looks back over his shoulder, clearly expecting me to come along. Sad meows.
I shut that door right on him and get back in bed but my mind is up for the day. So many things to think about, so many needs to pray about. A little girl in China, waiting for her family, a family in Newport News waiting for one last hurdle clear so they can go to her. Sick little ones, big decisions, friends moving, friends facing scary situations, our Eli in Italy or who knows where, having an adventure. So much to bring before the Lord.
I hear more and more meowing outside my door and rise again, coming downstairs to start the day. May as well. I unload the dishwasher and continue my string of prayers and hallelujahs.
I think about how He just IS.
Emmanuel, God with us.
I think about how Lazarus, my fat fluffy entitled pile of kitty meowed and meowed and meowed to get me to wake up. How he had to persist, standing on my chest, meowing in my face. Meowing at my door.
He sits nearby, watching me…wondering if I’ll get the grand idea to feed him soon. Every so often, he meows again.
But I woke right up and started talking to God who moves at the sound of my voice. He was present with me, in me, all around me. I don’t have to beg for his attention, cry for his attention. I just have to speak.
God with us.
This truth shines so bright this morning and I am moved and humbled. This very One who set the stars, who filled the oceans, who designed each and every one of us…this One is always with me. He just IS. He does not change.
God with us.
God with me.
Lazarus looks at me with big orange eyes. I pet him and he purrs.