Sunday, April 28, 2013

A Place for You

About a month ago we realized that our 'kitten' Eva’s belly was getting unusually large. She either had a massive tumor that kicked and squirmed or she was pregnant. This past Monday Eva, not quite a year old herself, had a load of kittens.

Eva in the linen closet
When I realized she was in labor I went out of my way to see this happen, I mean it's not every day that you can see kittens born. I was also concerned for her safety.  She was afraid and had disappeared when I left the room briefly.  I finally found her inside a stack of blankets in the linen closet. Her water had broken by now. I threw the blankets in the wash and put her on a towel in a laundry basket next to me while I worked on my laptop all morning (pretty slowly).

Sitting beside her I fended off Bruce, the 19.4-pound ruler of Lee cats, who was way too curious and making Eva angry. At one point in labor she jumped out of the basket and went after him. He got smacked a couple times.

Eva had six kittens that day and was completely exhausted. I was in awe (and put it on YouTube).

I had been thinking a few days earlier just how many cats there are in the world (that's overwhelming...), millions and millions I'm sure, and many of them unwanted. And to think that every one of these kittens is God's handiwork.  And even though cats are not valued highly by most, God knows every one.  Every cat  hiding in my woods waiting to pounce on the little ladies (and did).  Every cat in the world.  I know, this sounds a little silly, but  that’s just the cats.  He knows every other species too.  That’s how big He is. 

That's pretty big.

Recently I began reading Charles Martin books (fiction) and love his work.  So much so, that the first book I read, Thunder and Rain, I thought, “That’s the sort of thing I’d like to write. But he already did it.”  Who needs my writing?  There are thousands and thousands of writers better than me. I felt really small and inadequate regarding my writing for many weeks.

The other morning God brought both of the above thoughts back to my mind while I sat and admired His spring work outside.  If God has purpose for each of his creatures, tiny and unwanted, and all, He certainly has a place for my writing.  It was like God was saying, “That’s what I’ve been trying to tell you.” 

I don't know if that makes sense to anyone else, but I'm hoping it does.  At least to maybe the one person I was supposed to write it for.  God has a purpose for each of our abilities and places in life.  No one can be the influence that you can. No one but you.

Tasteful cat birth video:
Also note: I am currently accepting adoption applications : ) and one kitten from another cat is ready now!