Every morning, OK, most mornings, I get up very early before my family, and often even the sunrise. I love to sit in the quiet, and the dark, and just let my mind clear and wander into prayer and thoughts about the day just completed, and the day ahead. Eventually, this time leads into coffee. And some reading, and maybe a little writing.
That’s about the time it starts. From opposite sides of the house, two different doors to be exact, my dog and my cat start to scratch, paw, and cry out for my attention. Yes, they were separated before birth and truthfully don’t care for each other at all, but I like them both.
Accordingly, despite how tired, or comfortable, or preoccupied I may be, I eventually heed to their relentless cries. And what do they get in return? Really exotic sounding nourishment, with names like “Fancy Feast” and “Hearty Beef Stew”. I’ve never tried it before, and don’t plan to, but from their pleadings and their reactions, it must be good stuff.
This morning, as I was reading from Bob Goff’s book “Love Does”, the cacophony started. “FEED US, DAD”, was undoubtedly their cry. So I did. And my peace and quiet returned, briefly.
But this morning, the encounter reminded me of Jesus talking to us in Luke 11:
5 Then Jesus said to them, “Suppose you have a friend, and you go to him at midnight and say, ‘Friend, lend me three loaves of bread; 6 a friend of mine on a journey has come to me, and I have no food to offer him.’ 7 And suppose the one inside answers, ‘Don’t bother me. The door is already locked, and my children and I are in bed. I can’t get up and give you anything.’ 8 I tell you, even though he will not get up and give you the bread because of friendship, yet because of your shameless audacity[e] he will surely get up and give you as much as you need.9 “So I say to you: Ask and it will be given to you; seek and you will find; knock and the door will be opened to you. 10 For everyone who asks receives; the one who seeks finds; and to the one who knocks, the door will be opened.
So, as I think about what I’m asking for this morning from God and from others, I’m imagining Him saying “what do you really like about this stuff, anyway”? And He gives it to me, anyway. I know He doesn’t really feel that way about His creation, but the sentiment resonates with me.
So, this morning, amidst “all my pain and all my fears, I will listen to the Voice of Truth telling me a different story“. *
Now, if you will excuse me, I need to go scratch, whine, and paw at the door, with audacity. I think a fancy feast awaits…