I had early appointments…had to get across the valley to check in on vacationing friends pets, then pick up a grocery order at Walmart.
I woke up late, fed Miss Kitty, and got as ready as I could as fast as I could and bolted out the door.
I tripped over Smokey on the way out.
I’d forgotten to feed him and stumbled back into the house to grab a dish for him.
It never happens…but I was out of cat food.
I went back out empty handed, apologizing profusely with the promise that I’d be back as fast as I could with his breakfast.
When I finally got back, Smokey was waiting at the door.
I was in a hurry to feed him and felt awful about him waiting.
As I rushed to open the door, he snagged my leg as if to pull me back out to him.
Laying in front of his paws was a large shrew he had killed…he batted it toward my feet.
It was a gift.
It was breakfast.
Smokey had reckoned that if I was out of food for him, I was out of food for me.
He would get me something to eat…instead of eating it himself.
Maybe it’s because I’m old, maybe it’s because I’m exhausted, maybe I’m just weary of the harshness of it all…but I choked up pretty good.
I’m still choked up.
I picked up his disgusting, beautiful, act of love and exchanged it for his favorite food, with treats on top.
“Do nothing from selfish ambition or conceit, but in humility count others more significant than yourselves. Let each of you look not only to his own interests, but also to the interests of others.” (Philippians 2:3–4 ESV)
If my cat can, why can’t I?
Why won’t I?
Make your own application…