Last Sunday my wife and I were burning the midnight oil at church, cleaning out her office. I was putting some of her stuff in the trunk of our car when, over the squawks and shrieks of the parking lot Keel-dee birds, I heard a faint cry. I turned and saw the silhouette of a small kitten crying in front of a spotlight. I went over, knelt down, and cuddled it to my stomach. By this time it was barely making any noise at all. All it could do was open it's mouth hoping someone would hear the faint call for help.
As I carried it into my office, I noticed there was more. The poor kitten's eyes were matted together and wouldn't open. Emotions came over me as I fought back the tears. This tinny, blind kitten crying for help had consumed my heart for that moment. My wife and I cleaned out her eyes allowing them to barely open. The motor like purring assured us that the kitten was beginning to feel some relief. That was a week ago. Gracey, as we call her, is on her way to recovery, showing her gratitude with a purring motor, and putting smiles on our face.
How scared the poor thing must have been. All alone. Blind, wandering in a strange place. Calling for help, hoping someone would notice. Finally in a last attempt to cry for help, someone is there, He hears her. He walks over, pulls her close. Cleans her up and gives her love she's never felt. Love that overlooks her physical appearance. Love that heals. Love that causes her forget the pain she had experienced.
I think, in way, this is everyone's story. We're looking for someone to save us, protect us, love us, and to love back.
Thanks for the lesson Grace(y) !
I wish we could keep her forever, but we can't. We already have a dog and a baby on the way. If you or someone you know will be willing to give this little one a home please let me know!
..........Gracey 1st night
..............1 week later
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