I fed the not so stray cats early this morning. I knew I was going to be leaving to go pick beans, and they were out there so I fed them. Then after I had eaten, I went to pick the beans I had been told I could have for mom. I spent the time alternating between picking green beans and avoiding bumble bees that were after the bean blossoms and the morning glory growing along the fence.
It really didn’t take long to make my way around the fence holding the beans and get a good mess picked for mom. I came home, gave her the beans then went to check on my garden. I got a few squash, and a couple of tomatoes, leaving the peppers to see if they wanted to grow a little more.
Once I got back up here, I prepared some coffee and began scrolling through my email notifications and reading the offerings of the blogosphere. I would also give my mind and eyes reset moments by gazing out the windows to my backyard. Where the not so strays and the kittens were. I noticed that the dish that holds their water, was gone. I got up and filled a cup full of water to take out to them. The dish had fallen under the steps, retrieving it, I put it back in place and refilled it with water. As I stepped inside I saw cats appearing, what little food I had put out was gone and wasn’t enough, they were still hungry. I came inside and got another can to take out. Dividing it between three plates I then sat down on the top step and waited.
Both adult cats are still very cautious and hesitant about coming near to anywhere I may be near. I sat there, still but for the occasional sip from my coffee. As I sat there I was enjoying watching the kittens playing. Kittens can play rough by the way. At some point the kittens began making their way across the yard. It was an advance and retreat game that went on for a short time, then one must have smelled the food.
One by one they climbed up on the bottom step, then after a bit of pushing and shoving, find their place around the plate. I sat quietly, not moving except for those above mentioned sips of coffee. The kittens were so busy eating they didn’t notice. After a while my dogs who were out front began barking at something that I decided I needed to see about. Kittens went in three different directions, only to return with the adults as soon as the door closed behind me.
When I looked out back a few minutes later the only one still eating was one of the kittens. I spoke through the open window, it paid me no mind. I picked up my phone and walked through the house. Usually the sound of my approach sends cats scattering or at least backing up a ways. Not this kitten, it was hungry and it was eating. I took a few photos through the glass in the door of the kitten eating and the other kittens playing. I then pecked on the door, nope, no attention. I spoke out loud, that kitten was not to be interrupted, it was hungry and it was eating. I walked back into the house leaving it to its meal.
I’ve been thinking about that ever since. As I read through the many things written and shared, as I answered the phone, as I sat here, staring off into space. I thought about that kitten and its determination to eat until it was no longer hungry.
I want to be that hungry. I want to be that determined to consume what nourishes me. Not food, though important, that isn’t what I’m thinking about. I want to be that hungry for God’s Word. I want to be that determined to consume the Word through reading the Bible, through reading the many books offered that explain the meanings of messages and events. I want to consume the messages given in church.
I want to hunger for God’s Word to fill me, to give me the right heart and spirit. I want to have the desire to spend uninterrupted time in the Word, studying until satisfied. I want to be filled with the Word, and gain the understanding on how to live by that Word. I want it to change my life and my heart to where I am like Christ. I want to feed on the Word to the point that when anyone sees me, they are seeing Christ in me.
Not in an arrogant, better than you manner, but in humility. Not in fear of judgement, but with an understanding of compassion. Not in one of condemnation, but in love.
I want to read, to study, to gain an understanding of how we are expected to live, and then to live that way. I want to have that never ending, impossible to fill hunger. The desire to know and to grow in Christ. But know, that as I am fed, I can also rest in that Word and truth. Digesting it, understanding it, cherishing it in increasing measures. And in that process, not allow anyone, or anything to prevent my consummation of God’s Word, in that unending hunger.