We’ve had a fairly cool, non-rainy spring so far with a few blessed days of gorgeous weather. On one recent rainy day after visiting the post office, we drove and saw this cat sitting on the second story of a house on the window sill, outside. Looked like it would be saying “Will you just please let me in! Don’t you know it is cold and rainy out here?”
I was amazed that it wasn’t under the porch or on a first level, but rather clear up on the second level. For all the books I read as a child about a kitten getting stuck in a tree and the firemen rescuing it – in all my life I’ve NEVER seen a cat in a tree not able to get down. We lived on a farm – had in bunches......they didn’t crawl up to the second level of our house either.
So this cat made me go “huh?” And of course grab my camera for a picture.
Maybe lately I’m feeling like that cat – sitting on a too tall window, feeling the pressure of the wind and rain of life – just wanting to be inside safe, loved and unharmed. At lunch today my friend and I both felt like life sometimes is just harder than it should be for some folks...and maybe at times for us. Or is mankind becoming more fragile? We aren’t pioneers and mankind has all this technology (blessing or curse that it is). I think we have less compassion as a society, also less responsibility and less freedom.
I don’t like to be Negative Nelly....so I haven’t been posting as much....trying to find my way back to the joys of everyday living in simpler things. I’ve been watching “Hoarding” and getting freaked out so much as I made Steve take a vacation day with me to clean the garage! Don’t laugh. We worked hard....then we had a lunch date and ran errands before picking up the parenting hat again....was a good day, despite exhaustion!
So – back to my cat on the window sill. Her cries unheard. No one answered her plea so she sat there. I didn’t stick around to see how long she chose to stay there or how she got up there in the first place and back down. Did her owner save her? Did she just crawl back the way she came? Does she do this regularly or was this a one time event? Maybe like the cat, we have people around us crying too – are we listening? Do we stop to help open a window or just go our way? Sometimes I struggle to help the struggling in my world, I’m overwhelmed and can’t help when I want to – so I ignore the cries instead to keep my sanity in all the pain and wrong. Sometimes no matter how much we help some people, they still need and need and need...never growing out of their enabling situations. Those bother me. I think I’m rambling....so I’ll leave you with this scripture that I've been thinking about and how it applies to my life.
If a man shuts his ears to the cry of the poor, he too will cry out and not be answered.