“What would
you like for Christmas?”
It’s a
question we hear often at this time of year—and I had my answer ready—a kitty
cat.
After losing
Baxter, our 13 year-old Maine Coon, in October, the house, and our laps, seemed
so empty. I prayed for us to find the cat that would be right for us. We
entered the local humane society building with the intentions of adopting a playful
little kitten, one we could train and play with from little up. However, we
didn’t figure on a divine encounter—or love at first sight.
The moment this
huge kitty filling the arms of the shelter volunteer locked eyes with me, we formed
an instantaneous connection of kindred spirits. Two days later, my husband and
I adopted the eight-year-old bundle of unending love. His name is Watson—but to
me he is Pure Joy disguised as a 12.5 pound Norwegian Forest Cat.
Watson is
the most loving cat we have ever been privileged to own. He loves to touch you
with his mammoth paws, transferring grace and acceptance with a gentle squeeze
of his eyes. He stretches out over two couch cushions to be near you or just
climbs up in your lap and makes himself comfortable in your arms. His warm,
luxuriant tabby fur is a delight to caress. At night he scrooches in close and
presses his cheek to your cheek. Watson is simply purr-fect for us!
Isn’t that
just like God? Proverbs 16:9 says, “We can make our plans, but the LORD
determines our steps.”
We have our wants,
but God meets our needs—and we are blessed beyond measure and happier than we
could imagine. As Proverbs 3:5-6 tells us, when we trust God’s loving kindness
and infinite wisdom, He will care for us, and minister to us, in ways our
limited insight and perceptions cannot even fathom. Though it may not be the
road we would have chosen, He will
direct our paths, and it will lead to what is best.
Watson is
Dick’s and my gift to each other this Christmas. There is nothing I could have
wanted more—and God knew that.
What’s on
your Christmas list this year? May this season be filled with God’s greatest
blessings.
Pam
©2015 Pamela D. Williams
