I could hear her howling as soon as I opened the car door.
I scooped her into a borrowed carrier, grabbed her food and litter box ,and put her in the backseat of my car.
Miss Kitty does not like to travel.
She usually starts crying as soon as she sees the carrier and doesn’t stop until she’s back home and free.
This night, she was silent.
The car was her home for the next few days…she would be confined in a carrier (I bought her a portable cat house later on) when we were moving, let out when we were stopped.
When I wasn’t with her she would sleep in the driver’s seat, when I was with her she was on my lap.
She never whined, pined, complained, or tried to escape.
As long as she knew that Dad was with her or close to her she was at peace.
Frightened, but at peace.
Uncomfortable, but at peace.
Confined, but at peace.
Confused, but at peace.
Deeply desirous of home, but at peace.
Peace was all about the presence of her Father, because peace could be found nowhere else.
A tragedy of this magnitude isn’t served well by simple stories about my cat.
People and pets lost each other and some lost their lives.
We had a “happy ending” but this tragedy will never end for many others.
I do not want to diminish the terror many have faced and will face for years to come.
Still, the only peace to be found is where Miss Kitty found it …and I have too.
The love of the Father.
They say that hell is hell because Jesus isn’t there.
I have been to hell now and that isn’t true.
“No, in all these things we are more than conquerors through him who loved us. For I am sure that neither death nor life, nor angels nor rulers, nor things present nor things to come, nor powers, nor height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God in Christ Jesus our Lord.” (Romans 8:37–39 ESV)
You can be at peace…because you are loved.
You can be at peace…because He’s with you.
You can be at peace…He’s coming to retrieve you.
You can be…as wise as my cat.
Make your own application…