Miss Kitty and I go to bed at the same time every night.
She gets on the bed when I get in it and waits to be petted for a few minutes, then we retire to our designated spots and go to sleep.
If I wake up and go to the bathroom, so does she…the follows me back to bed.
If I get up to get some water, she gets up and gets some water…then follows me back to bed.
We wake up to the alarm and I feed her while my coffee is brewing.
Then, I go outside to feed Smokey…who always shows up where he’s supposed to be for breakfast.
Both cats broke our routines this morning.
When the alarm went off, Miss Kitty sat on my lap purring instead of running to her food dish.
Head butts and cat kisses followed.
Usually, Smokey is so anxious to begin eating that I deposit some of his breakfast on his head by accident.
This morning, he watched me fill his dish, then curled up inside my jacket…two old men in the rain sharing a moment.
I do not know why they broke routine this morning… but I’m glad they did.
It made me feel better, a reminder that the routine was grounded in love and not just responsibility.
It made me feel like I matter and was an opportunity to let them know they matter too…that I actually enjoy having them in my life.
Maybe if we do this more often, I’ll feel like trying this with humans.
Could this be how God feels when we acknowledge Him through just wanting to be in His presence?
Do we ever just want to be in His presence?
Too many questions…
Make your own application…