I have a morning routine. I get up and dress for the day. Then I put on my coffee. I love that smell first thing in the morning, wafting through the house. While my coffee is brewing, I go outside to feed our two cats. You may recall the numerous stories I’ve already told about Kitty, our partially blind cat, who lives on the screened-in front porch. Then there’s Blackie who is free to roam where he chooses.
It never fails; I open the front door, ready to begin my feeding of the cats routine, and they are always there. Kitty is peeking around the rocking chair. Blackie is standing on the top step of the porch. Both are looking toward the front door. They know it will open. They know I will have their breakfast.
Although I have my morning routine, there are times when, for some reason or other, I am either early or even a bit late. It never matters. I open the door, and there are the two eager faces of our cats — waiting for what they know is coming.
When I pour their food into their respective bowls, they look up at me with their cute, little faces. They pause while I rub their heads and tickle under their chins. I like to imagine that their pausing is their way of saying thank you. Of course, all pet owners know exactly what their dogs and cats are saying to them at all times. :)
I go back inside to my waiting cup of coffee, and I enjoy it all the more, because of the attitude of my cats. I love that they trust me. It makes me feel content, too. I love that they know that whether I’m early or late, I will have just what they need. They will not go hungry today or any day.
It’s the same in our spiritual worlds. Our heavenly Father loves us deeply. Daily, He provides what we need, to get through every hour, no matter what it holds for us. Even so, there are countless times when we find ourselves in distrust of our Father.
I wish we could all be a lot more like our cats. I wish that, like Kitty and Blackie, we would know that the door to what we need will open, and that we will be given everything we need to face the day. I wish we trusted God’s timetable; it is always perfect.
Why do we get impatient at times? It’s not like God has ever failed us. Why do we get agitated because nothing seems to be happening? Why can’t we trust God’s timing? Why can’t we rest in assurance that He is never too early; He is never too late — He’s always right on time. Why do we fret when He doesn’t open the door when we want Him to do so? Why can’t we rest in the knowledge that He will open it, and give us what we need at the time that is best for us?
Kitty, nor Blackie, are in any doubt that I will take care of them. If cats can be so trusting in a mere human being, can’t we be more trusting of our perfect heavenly Father, who holds all His plans for us in His loving hands? Never forget how mighty is our God; never forget how He loves you beyond measure.
“O Lord, our Lord, your majestic name fills the earth! Your glory is higher than the heavens…What are mere mortals that You should think about them? Yet You made them only a little lower than God and crowned them with glory and honor…O Lord, our Lord, Your majestic names fills the earth.” Psalm 8:1, 4-5, 9