{"id":7535,"date":"2016-04-23T02:36:35","date_gmt":"2016-04-23T02:36:35","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.firstofallpray.com\/?p=7535"},"modified":"2016-04-24T04:42:25","modified_gmt":"2016-04-24T04:42:25","slug":"a-lesson-from-cameron","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.firstofallpray.com\/?p=7535","title":{"rendered":"A lesson from Cameron"},"content":{"rendered":"

Some of my more inspiring moments of revelation don\u2019t come while I pray. No, more often than not, they alight during times of the mundane\u2014and gritty\u2014daily activities of my life. And if you know me, you know that part of my daily grit involves cats\u2014and litter boxes.<\/p>\n

So last night as I was scooping the litter pans, my darling Cameron helped to bring an ancient point home to me in a fresh way.<\/p>\n

First some background. Cammie will be 18 years old in June. She\u2019s a little slower, a little stiffer, and a lot more demanding than she used to be. Rowe, the eleven year old baby of the bunch, is 17 pounds of muscular energy who finds crotchety Cameron fascinating. He\u2019s been known to stalk her as she wanders her way to the litter box, only to pounce on her just as she\u2019s about to do her business.<\/p>\n

Here\u2019s my problem: Cammie refuses to use the litter pan without a human escort. So I take three daily trips downstairs to Litter Box Land, coaxing Cammie to wind her way to her pan. (Yes, her<\/em> pan. She refuses to use either of the other two). After much (I mean much<\/em>) coaxing, prodding, and encouragement, she goes. And that\u2019s the short version.<\/p>\n

Last night was no different. I called Cammie out of the little house I made for her out a doorless cat carrier and fuzzy towels and walked with her as she sniffed her way around the basement (I swear she\u2019s part bloodhound). She paused often, looking this way and that to see where Rowe might be, and then continued with her sniffing. A 10-second walk to the litter pan takes five or ten minutes with her\u2014but if I don\u2019t escort her, she doesn\u2019t go.<\/p>\n

We finally made our way to the pan. Of course, she needed to sniff around the rim\u2014some spots were so very interesting\u2014and then of course, she couldn\u2019t make up her mind which side of the pan she wanted to enter. As I waited on the queen, I thought to myself, \u201cMight as well do something while I\u2019m waiting!\u201d and started sweeping the area around the three litter boxes, something I usually save for last\u2014flying litter, and all.<\/p>\n

Funny as this may sound, I instantly heard the Lord say inside of me, \u201cThat\u2019s what you need to do while waiting on Me\u2014get busy with other things<\/em>.\u201d<\/p>\n

It hit me. Often we get so hyper-focused on waiting for the next thing or the next miracle that we do nothing while waiting. Sometimes a need or that next thing becomes our entire world. And that\u2019s not what God wants.<\/p>\n

Cameron, after circling in the pan several times, relieved herself, stepped out, and sniffed her way to a good spot under the table and waited to get her treats. And I finished sweeping, but with a little better insight into the whole waiting process.<\/p>\n

So as you go through the mundane routine of your life, know that God\u2019s not only with you but that He\u2019s also liable to teach you a thing or two in the middle of your \u201csame ole same ole\u201d.<\/p>\n

And as you wait for the next thing or that\u00a0much-needed miracle\u2014get busy. Live life, love God, and leave the care safely in His capable hands.<\/p>\n

Dorothy<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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