Miss Kitty wakes up before I do and begins purring loudly and kneading the bed and my body with vigor.
If she gains a few more pounds, she will replace my chiropractor.
This ritual continues until I get up and feed her.
Now, when cats purr and knead, they are expressing great affection and joy at being in your presence.
Except when they want something.
When they want something, the ritual is a contrived show to make you think they adore you so that you will gladly rise and give it to them.
Now, the cat does genuinely like me…but she doesn’t trust that I like her enough to provide for her without the demonstration of feigned deep affections.
I always get up and feed the cat.
Sometimes, I put her food out while she is still sleeping.
I don’t feed her based on her actions or affections, but based on my own.
The other morning after I fed the cat, I began a time of prayer.
I would like to make you believe that this is my holy norm every morning, but that would be a lie.
I needed some things, some people I care about needed things, and I only knew one place to get them and one Person who could provide them.
I began to pray and I was praying with such eloquence and sincerity that I had to stop and note how well I was speaking.
Maybe I should write this prayer down and put it on the blog.
It was good stuff.
The truth of the matter was that I was ‘praying” to myself, for myself, hoping that perhaps God would be listening and be swayed by my performance.
I thought some faux piety, some almost heartfelt repentance, and some biblically based compliments toward the Almighty would help my case.
I don’t trust that He likes me enough to answer otherwise..
I embarrass myself with my foolish and sinful attempts to manipulate the Creator.
He answers anyway.
I am not a pet for the King, I’m a child of the King.
He says…just ask.
I believe, help my unbelief.
Make your own application…