“Katie!”
I
leaned over our rusty, moldy fence, straining to hear a meow. Our cat had been
missing for five days. We thought she was trapped—I’d heard her faint meow that
morning. But it had been hours since she’d last responded.
The day had been hot. And we
couldn’t figure out where she was. I knew she wouldn’t survive much longer,
especially if she was in our neighbor’s roof or trapped in a barrel.
Brad
had gone searching all over the neighbor’s yard the previous evening. Nothing. Our son, Evan missed his kitty. I felt helpless.
I’d
prayed with the kids earlier that day. And though it may sound silly to talk to
a big God about such small matters, Brad and I prayed that night.
Give us our
little kitty back.
I wanted to believe something would happen. But even though
I’ve spent seven years overseas, and a lifetime of sitting in church, faith is
still hard for me. Trust takes work. Prayer is often uttered with more than a
shred of doubt that anything will actually change.
One
more time before heading to bed, Brad took his flashlight outside and called
again.
The
light glinted off something on top of the roof. Cat eyes, maybe? He went over
there, asking the owner if he could climb the stairs to the top. I watched from
the yard until I saw Brad descending again with our cat in his arms.
Unbelievable.
Evan woke
up shortly after. I showed him Katie—bathing herself after finishing a big
dinner.
“God
brought her back to us,” I said, almost not believing my own words.
Evan
gasped and smiled big—the kind you see on Christmas morning.
I don’t
know everything about God or about prayer or about faith. I know sometimes He
says no, to both big requests and little ones. Sometimes it doesn’t seem fair.
Especially when people are involved—people who hurt others.
But
when I doubt, I still want to believe He cares about tiny things that meow, and
small boys that smile. I want my son to believe he can talk to God about
anything. That I can talk to God
about anything.
That He hears.
That sometimes, the answer to my small faith is a
big yes.
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