Miss Kitty had leaped into my lap (as was her custom after dinner)and I absent mindedly stroked her head while paying attention to my email.
My attention was diverted quickly back to the cat when she wrapped my hand up with her front paws and pressed into my arm with the back claws while almost biting me.
Almost…because she has learned not to bite or scratch me.
This was a warning and a statement… don’t do that again.
Don’t touch where it hurts.
Once I carefully extricated my finger from her open mouth, I wanted to inspect her to see where her head was afflicted.
Something had ripped the top of her ear, but when I tried to look closer she fled.
She didn’t want me to tend to her wound.
When she came back in the house she wanted me to ignore the injury and pretend it wasn’t there.
She would tend to her own wound and if I tried to minister to it she would threaten me and run.
Miss Kitty still does not understand that I have no desire to cause her further pain, but only to facilitate healing.
We’ve been through enough medical crises together that you would think she would.
I would help her if she would let me, but she would have to face the imaginary risks involved in trusting me with her pain.
Despite this, she sleeps soundly on my bed with a still mangled ear as I write this.
I don’t think this can heal on it’s own, though she hopes it will.
Miss Kitty reminds me a lot of me…and a lot of some of you.
We are navigating life with wounds unseen but real, and sometimes we even forget they exist until someone touches the spot where it hurts.
Then we react…often with anger, always just to protect ourselves.
We run away from the source that reminds us we are hurt and if we return we expect others to pretend there is no injury at all.
We do the same thing with God.
We try to hide our wounds from Him because we don’t trust Him to heal without hurting us more.
We could be healed if we would allow Him…but we won’t.
The risks are too great, or so we think.
We’ve been through enough together that you’d think we’d trust Him…especially because He has wounds of His own.
The wounds are not cat scratches, but nail marks received on our behalf.
We’re safe with them.
We can be healed by them.
We won’t heal on our own.
Perhaps it’s time to stop running and tell Him where it hurts…
Make your own application…