All the anger and rage and pain and pathos of the world as expressed on social media was taking me down…mentally, physically, and spiritually.
I would delete the worst of the keyboard warriors on Twitter and I would follow…cats.
People create Twitter accounts for their cats and post pictures and videos of the felines as if they were people.
It’s a tad weird at times, but a refreshing break from Covid19 and the coming New World Order.
Like thousands of others, I followed one cat named “Maximus”.
Maximus was a rescue that had survived much pain and trauma and we all loved him and rejoiced at his recovery.
He was a rough and scarred old boy and he inspired and encouraged me.
Then… Maximus died.
More grief is not what I signed up for.
Then Street Cat Bob passed and Dexter died and others were coming down with terminal diseases and ok, I’ve had enough now…
There’s no escape from the brokenness of this world.
I wonder if we’re supposed to try.
Someone smarter than me said that grief is the proof that love has been present.
Love expands the heart and the spirit…there is no limit to how large a heart you may have.. how many people and pets the heart has room for.
When the object of love is taken, grief will fill the void.
The grief will expand just as the heart has.
To avoid the grief, you must first choose not to love.
They will know us by our…
I’m older now and the love runs deeper and the pain from grief sharper…and that’s the way it’s supposed to be.
“He was despised and rejected by men, a man of sorrows, and acquainted with grief;” (Isaiah 53:3 ESV)
When you follow Jesus, you are transformed into His image.
Every tear and every joy is a prayer…”they kingdom come…on earth…”
Love deeply and grieve hard…
We’re here to embrace, not escape.
I’m better with cats than people…but the transformation is ongoing…
Make your own application…