We had a family cat named JD. He was a good cat, most of the time. He did hit or bite my ankles sometimes as I walked by if he was hungry or wanted something. I began to be aware of where he was and watched him as I walked by to see if he “needed” anything.
He loved being outside and would get in a fight occasionally. Once he came home with a badly injured foot. The vet said to soak his foot in medicine. Soak a cat’s foot in medicine? How do you get a cat to sit still for that? Especially a “needy” cat! What we decided to do was put the medicine in a new, very large garbage can and put the cat in the can to soak. He was resistant immediately. When we took the lid off and picked him up to deposit him in he grabbed the sides of the can – with all four paws, claws attached to the side. It took three of us to get him unattached, in the can with the lid on. Then the screeching started…MEOW! He jumped up and hit the top of the can several times. The next time we attempted to put him in the can was even more difficult but eventually we did accomplish the task. He was healed.
I have seen myself kicking and screaming when God calls my name. Rebelling against the Healer. Hitting my head against an unseen wall. But as my heart is softened and I take a closer look I see the healing power and am drawn to Him. I am healed.
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