Ever since I was a child I have felt a very strong bond and connection with most animals. It has been my experience that animals that are usually skittish around humans usually find their way over to me quite quickly. I must admit, it is something that I have enjoyed a great deal.
In Job we read, "(12:7-10 KJV) "But ask now the beasts, and they shall teach thee; and the fowls of the air, and they shall tell thee: Or speak to the earth, and it shall teach thee: and the fishes of the sea shall declare unto thee. Who knoweth not in all these that the hand of the LORD hath wrought this? In whose hand is the soul of every living thing, and the breath of all mankind."
To me, animals are such an amazing gift to us. It is my knowledge/belief/understanding, that they are directly connected to God and do His bidding when He commands them.
My sense of the preciousness of the animals came long before I read and understood this passage in Job. I've often felt such a strong connection to God through these wonderful little creatures. Their love for us is so unconditional and so persevering. I am always amazed by the loyal dog who keeps returning to the owner who treats it so poorly. Humbly crawling back with only the desire to love and be loved. Their simple nature is overwhelming and humbling to me.
I've had a few amazing experiences where animals are concerned. When I think of them I almost always cry because, to me, these experiences were very close encounters with my Lord being brought to me by the loyal little heart of a pet.
I have many stories, but one especially warms my soul. We have a very large, very fluffy, and very masculine black cat name Mojo. Mojo is a very special cat to me. He does not have the warmest of personalities and has been know to bite (that's a whole other story), but there is something almost regal and peaceful about him. He comes only when he wants a pet or two and then he's off to his favorite place, our bed. I don't know if I would call him aloof, but I would say that he does work on his own terms and timing.
About five years ago we had just moved to Norther Virginia from California, leaving behind friends, family and a brand new home. We were living in a apartment with the minimal necessities. We had two bedrooms, one of which I had set up as an office with a little table for my jewelry making supplies, notes, mail, computer, etc.... Most oftentimes it was just Mojo and me while Austin was away at work.
One day I was feeling particularly blue. I was missing home. I was feeling very isolated and alone. There were issues going on with my birth family that was hurting me deeply and all I could do was cry. The sadness I was feeling was so overwhelming. I saw no purpose for my being there and had no one to turn to. I remember so clearly this feeling of hopelessness filling me up and the tears beginning very deep within my soul, slowly working themselves out of me, to flow like a stream.
Here I was, sitting on the couch in the middle of this barren living room, silently crying and feeling so much sadness, when out of the corner of my eye I saw Mojo run past me towards the spare bedroom. I didn't really give it thought. Moments later he came jogging out of the guest room with something in his mouth. I couldn't really tell what it was and was sort of taken aback because he is not one to go and fetch things and certainly never brings them to me. He came trotting straight for me and dropped what he was carrying at my feet. For him, this behavior was very unusual, so it really caught my attention.
I leaned over to see what he had dropped at my feet and was dumbfounded! Out of all the miscellaneous junk I had on my table, including his favorite ribbon!, he had found a handmade angel ornament that my sweet Aunt Barbara had mailed to me. It was made of wire with fabric glued to the front and feathers attached to the wings. When I realized what it was and picked it up and held it in my hand, THEN the waterworks began!
I knew at that moment that my Lord, my sweet sweet Father, had sent me a sign of comfort. My hunch is that one of His angels whispered in Mojo's ear and told him what to do. Even to this day I am in disbelief that this happened. Now, if Mojo had brought me one of his multiple mouse toys, that would have been understandable, but this was different. It was purposeful. And it was specific. In fact, I am still perplexed as to how he found that ornament. But, I do know with all my heart and soul that God was showing me His presence and letting me know that I did not need to be sorrowful or lonely. That He was present, all is well, and that I am loved. I am never, ever, ever alone.
Thank you Father. And thank you Mojo for listening and obeying. ♥
"Let everything that has breath praise the Lord." (Psalm 150:6)
In Job we read, "(12:7-10 KJV) "But ask now the beasts, and they shall teach thee; and the fowls of the air, and they shall tell thee: Or speak to the earth, and it shall teach thee: and the fishes of the sea shall declare unto thee. Who knoweth not in all these that the hand of the LORD hath wrought this? In whose hand is the soul of every living thing, and the breath of all mankind."
To me, animals are such an amazing gift to us. It is my knowledge/belief/understanding, that they are directly connected to God and do His bidding when He commands them.
My sense of the preciousness of the animals came long before I read and understood this passage in Job. I've often felt such a strong connection to God through these wonderful little creatures. Their love for us is so unconditional and so persevering. I am always amazed by the loyal dog who keeps returning to the owner who treats it so poorly. Humbly crawling back with only the desire to love and be loved. Their simple nature is overwhelming and humbling to me.
I've had a few amazing experiences where animals are concerned. When I think of them I almost always cry because, to me, these experiences were very close encounters with my Lord being brought to me by the loyal little heart of a pet.
I have many stories, but one especially warms my soul. We have a very large, very fluffy, and very masculine black cat name Mojo. Mojo is a very special cat to me. He does not have the warmest of personalities and has been know to bite (that's a whole other story), but there is something almost regal and peaceful about him. He comes only when he wants a pet or two and then he's off to his favorite place, our bed. I don't know if I would call him aloof, but I would say that he does work on his own terms and timing.
About five years ago we had just moved to Norther Virginia from California, leaving behind friends, family and a brand new home. We were living in a apartment with the minimal necessities. We had two bedrooms, one of which I had set up as an office with a little table for my jewelry making supplies, notes, mail, computer, etc.... Most oftentimes it was just Mojo and me while Austin was away at work.
One day I was feeling particularly blue. I was missing home. I was feeling very isolated and alone. There were issues going on with my birth family that was hurting me deeply and all I could do was cry. The sadness I was feeling was so overwhelming. I saw no purpose for my being there and had no one to turn to. I remember so clearly this feeling of hopelessness filling me up and the tears beginning very deep within my soul, slowly working themselves out of me, to flow like a stream.
Here I was, sitting on the couch in the middle of this barren living room, silently crying and feeling so much sadness, when out of the corner of my eye I saw Mojo run past me towards the spare bedroom. I didn't really give it thought. Moments later he came jogging out of the guest room with something in his mouth. I couldn't really tell what it was and was sort of taken aback because he is not one to go and fetch things and certainly never brings them to me. He came trotting straight for me and dropped what he was carrying at my feet. For him, this behavior was very unusual, so it really caught my attention.
I leaned over to see what he had dropped at my feet and was dumbfounded! Out of all the miscellaneous junk I had on my table, including his favorite ribbon!, he had found a handmade angel ornament that my sweet Aunt Barbara had mailed to me. It was made of wire with fabric glued to the front and feathers attached to the wings. When I realized what it was and picked it up and held it in my hand, THEN the waterworks began!
I knew at that moment that my Lord, my sweet sweet Father, had sent me a sign of comfort. My hunch is that one of His angels whispered in Mojo's ear and told him what to do. Even to this day I am in disbelief that this happened. Now, if Mojo had brought me one of his multiple mouse toys, that would have been understandable, but this was different. It was purposeful. And it was specific. In fact, I am still perplexed as to how he found that ornament. But, I do know with all my heart and soul that God was showing me His presence and letting me know that I did not need to be sorrowful or lonely. That He was present, all is well, and that I am loved. I am never, ever, ever alone.
Thank you Father. And thank you Mojo for listening and obeying. ♥
"Let everything that has breath praise the Lord." (Psalm 150:6)
1 comment:
Awe...what a precious story! I too believe that animals are God's little helpers...I feel that they bring us comfort we can touch and unjudgemental love...I feel that the reason they are only here a short time is to help prepare us for the loss of our loved ones...each time an animal passes on...it helps us understand death a little more and it makes it much easier on us when a loved one passes on...not that it's ever easy, but it did help me immensely to prepare me for my mother's passing.
I love every animal that I've every been blessed with and my heart goes out to you Kellirene...I'm praying that your cat will be able to be healed!
I also believe that God directed your cat to that angel ornament! God knows when we need a hug from Him! =)
Love ya
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