Today’s tender mercy is brought to us compliments of the Mormon Tabernacle Choir and Orchestra at Temple Square:
I absolutely love this song (enough that I tend to loop it), probably because I love the Scripture from which it was written:
Therefore I say unto you, Take no thought for your life, what ye shall eat, or what ye shall drink; nor yet for your body, what ye shall put on. Is not the life more than meat, and the body than raiment? Behold the fowls of the air: for they sow not, neither do they reap, nor gather into barns; yet your heavenly Father feedeth them. Are ye not much better than they? Which of you by taking thought can add one cubit unto his stature? And why take ye thought for raiment? Consider the lilies of the field, how they grow; they toil not, neither do they spin; and yet I say unto you, That even Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these. Wherefore, if God so clothe the grass of the field, which to day is, and to morrow is cast into the oven, shall he not much more clothe you, O ye of little faith? Therefore take no thought, saying, What shall we eat? or, What shall we drink? or, Wherewithal shall we be clothed? (For after all these things do the Gentiles seek:) for your heavenly Father knoweth that ye have need of all these things. But seek ye first the kingdom of God, and his righteousness, and all these things shall be added unto you. Take therefore no thought for the morrow, for the morrow shall take thought for the things of itself.”
So a few weeks ago, for my 47th birthday, I adopted a cat – a big, fluffy black boy who needed a home. I named him Edgar (a very dashing and dapper name, I know) and brought him home to a brand new litter box and premium food, toys and warm blankets. He now sported a brand new yellow collar. I love kitties and it had been far too long since I’d had one.
Within two days he was gone. Spooked by something, he found the doggie door and was OUT.
I was terribly worried; our Indian summer had, overnight, become a blizzard-y winter and this poor cat was out there alone. I will say that I prayed for him, and asked God to bring him home at best, but if this wasn’t to be his home, to keep him warm and safe. And every time I looked at the untouched litter box, the dish of food, the feathery toy…I missed him and I still wanted a cat.
I browsed Facebook classifieds and turned in an adoption application with our local shelter organization. Due to nasty roads, today I even cancelled a 5-hour round trip to bring home a kitty a few towns over. I figured there had to be a cat out there…it was just a matter of the meeting being made.
At dinner tonight, a friend of mine re-posted a picture posted by one of her friends, a picture of a lost cat who looked amazingly like Edgar! I contacted the original poster and, sure enough, “Blacky” had a yellow collar! He had found a warm basement less than 4 blocks away and was safe and warm. Within 30 minutes I was reunited with Edgar and he is, at time of this posting, purring and kneading the bed next to me. He and Abby, our Welsh Corgi, have hit it off swimmingly and Edgar is quickly establishing himself as king of this particular hill.
I’ve been worried the last few days, about lots of things: money, work, life direction…but Edgar’s sudden reappearance reminded me that if my Heavenly Father is big enough to notice a homeless black cat and provide for his needs, then He’s big enough to notice me and provide for mine. And if my reunion with a cat is worthy of Father’s attention, then I am pretty sure that everything else is, too.
Consider the lilies…and the kitties.