Give me neither poverty nor riches;
Feed me with the food that is my portion,
That I not be full and deny You and say, “Who is the Lord?”
Or that I not be in want and steal,
And profane the name of my God.
But, my little buddy, pictured above nestled in with his football, no longer wants to sleep at night! No, Jinxy Kitty; now 13 years old, has decided that he needs to eat at 3 am, if not earlier. What that means for me is:
- Beginning at sometime between 1 AM and 3 AM, every morning since January, I begin to feel his "gentle" nibbling on my eyebrows, biting on my head, or pawing at my nose.
- He has also began to pull at our window blinds, so those usually are opened at bedtime in order to ensure they are out of his reach.
- After being fed, he promptly retreats back to the master bedroom; while I, now awake, read for about an hour in the recliner until I nod off again for an hour until my alarm sounds.
But while others say, "Put him in another room," I cannot; because I KNOW with every ounce of my being that God is teaching me something through this.
God KNOWS that my weakness is my pride and my sense of "accomplishment" and "contentment". When I have nothing else going on, I get sloppy and I stray.
I would much rather RELY on God through the exhaustion caused by my cat, than through the chemo that coursed through my daughter's body 9 years ago, or the migraines that threw my life into chaos a year ago, or the pain that my dad's death thrust upon my family three years ago.
I can try all the tricks in the book to get Jinxy to leave me alone at night. Covering my head, playing extra with him during the day, feeding him and then trying to go back to bed, feeding him later at night...NOTHING has changed the pattern.
All I have left is prayer.