Sometimes, doing the right thing… brings very wrong results.
When I first met Smokey he was hiding in a bush next to my driveway, crying for a meal.
(As a side note, if you hear a cat crying, they’re probably talking to you…that’s not how they communicate with each other…)
I lured him out…he was thin, tired, sick, missing teeth, and very hungry.
We developed a relationship and I saved up to get him neutered and treated for his maladies and he’s been here ever since.
He’s not thin anymore…he cleaned up well…
I assumed that would be the happy ending of another cat rescue story…but happiness is hard to find among me and my cats.
Miss Kitty alternately is terrified of and him and angry with me.
She fears coming in and won’t stay when she does.
She’s lost at least a quarter of her body weight and I’ve lost most of my dignity carrying food around the neighborhood calling for her.
Now, it’s getting cold out…
My other strays feel the same way about old Smokey…sometimes I see them looking for ways to sneak around him and come in for a snack, but they are very uncomfortable when they do.
Miss Kitty has been my friend for over 10 years and the rest have been here for years as well.
I’ve always been able to integrate new cats into the family…but not this time.
I might lose my best feline friend for trying… when I thought I was doing the right thing, the good thing.
I still believe I was.
God brings situations in front of us and asks us to represent Him in those situations.
He expects us to do the right thing, and the Spirit in His kids yearns for righteousness…to set things right.
He doesn’t ever guarantee the results.
Sometimes you see the fruit of your work, sometimes you pay the price for trying.
Sometimes, you lose friends.
Do the right thing anyway.
The end of the story doesn’t happen here…
Make your own application…