Running to Him

Moxie and Mojo our two rescue kittens came home yesterday after being spayed. To say they did not want to go, is an understatement. Two sweet, lovable, pet me kittens, turned back into the feral beasts they were born into being. But, my son managed to get them into the cages and off they went, crying loudly all the way. It broke my heart, but you can’t explain to a kitten, you’re coming back. This isn’t forever.

They were gone for four days. Four days of me with no loud meows for food or attention. Four days of not peeling Moxie off my leg as she dug claws in and climbed. Four days of not making sure the dogs were not too rough. I knew what it was like on my side, what were they going through? A painful surgery. A separation from all they knew. Being among strangers even though those strangers were taking care of them. It wasn’t home.

Yesterday the gentleman who handled the process called to let me know he was on the way here with the kittens. I stood watching for their arrival. Once he pulled into the driveway I walked out to meet him. Once parked he was apologizing for not getting them back the day before. When I told him it was fine I understood the kittens went crazy. They recognized my voice and they in a very vocal manner let me know. They hear me, they wanted to be with me, they wanted back in their room in their home. I carried the carrier they were in into the house. Opening the door to ‘their’ room I set the carrier down and opened the door so they could come out. They burst out of there and into the room. Moxie immediately turned and reached one paw out to me. Mojo who has always been a bit stand offish looked at me from across the room. Looking at me as if to make sure she was back where she wanted to be with the ones she wanted to be with.

Now, hours in they are calm, happy, content. They know they are where they want to be.

Is there a point to this story? Of course there is.

We were once feral. Born into a world of sin. God who loves us, sent His Son to rescue us. Even though we were bought with the sin price through His death and resurrection, there are times when we wander off. We get distracted, we get side tracked, we seek our own will. But then, we hear Him calling us back to Him. Like those kittens we should get all excited. We should call out with joy at the sound of His voice. Knowing that no matter what we have been through, what we endured, how distant we have been, we should respond joyfully. Running to be with Him, running as never before to be close. Knowing that in His presence, we are safe. We are loved. We are where we are meant to be.


About rebecca s revels

A writer, a photographer, a cancer survivor. An adventurer of the mild kind, a lover of the simple pleasures such as long walks and chocolate. A Christian unashamed of my faith and a friend who is dependable and will encourage readily. Author of three self published books with more waiting to find their way to paper. An advocate of good things, a fighter against wrongs.
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3 Responses to Running to Him

  1. John says:

    A beautiful post about our Father, I love it, Rebecca. I want to hug those kitties! 🙏🏻🥰

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