Because He Cares
When Jeff and I were first married, we lived in a six-plex a stone’s throw from both the highway and a motel. We were, “technically”, not allowed to have pets but still took in a stray cat we soon named George and soon realized we would not be making an indoor-only cat with any sort of ease. We made two moves after that with George having to endure a week cooped up inside each time. But it was nice to not have to lock him up in the laundry room and pray he would stay quiet should the landlord come by. The perks of a mortgage, hey?
George was prone to wandering off for a few or several days. And he seemed to take a casual delight in doing it during a cold snap, finally deciding to saunter up the driveway with not much in terms of clues as to where he had been. Until one day we had to accept he was not coming back.
Around this time, friends of ours had taken in a stray cat that turned out to be pregnant. As we now had a house with an eerie lack of cat hair, we decided to take one of the kittens in. Long-ish story short, we headed home in the spring of 2004 with a little gray ball of fluff we named Phil. He liked to hide in bedding, curl up on our shoulder for a snooze, and generally be adorable. He soon grew long and lean, decided he would only be kind and affectionate toward Jeff and I, and is more or less okay with being an indoor cat.
Yesterday, Phil was facing a surgery to remove a growth in his ear that could possibly-maybe result in facial nerve damage of a temporary or permanent sort. There would likely be a cone around his neck afterwards, pain medication, and however long of a recovery period. Until I was getting a call from the vet’s office saying the growth had decreased significantly – to the point it did not need to be removed – but they could not determine this until they had anesthetized Phil. So he came home late yesterday afternoon still a bit off-kilter, definitely not pleased (lots of tuna helped), and with a great sense of relief for us both.
Now I know biblically speaking, there is no record of animals being supernaturally healed. I also know, biblically speaking, God cares about Jeff and I as His kids. So I don’t think He thought it silly I was worried about our cat, about surgery outcomes, about wanting the furball to be okay. I brought this ‘everything’ to Him in prayer (see Philippians 4:6 – forgive me if I’m taking it out of context here), and, well, I’m thankful for this outcome. And I don’t feel silly for that at all.