Lynx, the Ooze Cat
Walking through the house she noticed the shadowing in the window. There, on the window sill, between the curtain and the glass sat the cat. Stately, sitting tall, his silhouette was perfectly reflected through the lace curtains onto the wooden floor below. She couldn't resist and snapped the photo before he detected her proximity and moved.
Walking into her office she saw an almost duplicate shot. Except this was a black and white Siberian Husky sitting on the back of a couch looking out a window--still between lace curtains and glass, with a much larger silhouette. Snapping a picture, she shook her head once again. Dogs mimicking cats was a bit unusual.
Her son comes into her office and grabs her camera. Holding a finger to his mouth for silence, he motions for her to follow. On silent feet they walk toward the kitchen. He pauses while still in the dining room and starts taking pictures. She finally notices the cat (the silhouette cat) draped over the edge of the cabinet watching the birds outside--the upper cabinet--above the refrigerator . . . in a 10 foot ceiling room only about a foot from the ceiling. Crazy cat! And then she notices in the corner, IN her peck basket is the other cat--curled up with his head resting on the handle--snoozing. Of course seeing her, they both stretch before leaping down into her and the boys arms--little brats
Later, she walked to the kitchen to refill her water glass. Looking at the front window she had to go back and get the camera once again. The time the cat was stretched out with his head on the window sill, his body draped over the dog gate and his rump on the corner table. It looked like he had slowly oozed from one to the next to the next until he was stretched as far as he could and lay there like an elastic puddle--just sort of slowly dripping from one form to the next.
Her presence never bothered him. He just slowly oozed from one position to the next. Sometimes he would move, but normally it would be into her arms--not running away. He knew, as he jumped from on high, that she would catch him, protect him, and keep him from harm. He knew he could completely trust her. She would always be there for him. She would provide for his basic needs of food, water, companionship, grooming, or medical care. He had no need to be worried, she always cared for him--thus he could ooze through life with no worries.
God always provides for us. God always cares for us. We however, tend to think that everything is up to us . . . is within our control . . . that we solve all our own issues and end up running around, scared, frightened, angry, frantic rather than knowing God's got us.
Perhaps we need to take a lesson from the ooze cat and trust, relax, know that God will always be there for us. There may be times when we "feel" alone, but God is there waiting for us to trust and allow God to care for us.
Teach us loving God to trust in your guidance and protection. Help us learn from all of life to follow your ways and know that you are with us always. Teach us to relax into your care . . . and ooze into your arms of love. So be it. Amen.