The Prodical Cat
We first rescued our prodical cat, Honey several years ago when she jumped into our open car without being invited. It appears Honey was on the run from several bigger and meaner cats at the time and was happy to find a pair of protective arms to rest in. The tiny calico soon made herself right at home too. Adjusting to an indoor life didnít seem to bother her at all. She was always first cat in the house to the bowl at feeding time and she loved to nap all day on the nearest available lap. She nuzzled and purred with the best of them too and was loved by all of us. This last year, however, Honeyís wilder nature seemed to be calling to her. Several times she snuck outside on us only to return back after realizing just how tough life is out there. I am hoping that this latest outdoor romp is her last and that she finally realizes that struggling to survive in the wild just canít compare to napping on her Dadís lap.
My cat, however, isnít the only one who has made this mistake. I think most of us are prodical children at some point in our lives. Just as in Jesusí Parable we wander away from our Heavenly Father and waste our days on wild living and foolish pursuits. Soon we find ourselves miserable, alone, and just struggling to survive. We return home to our Father broken, repentant, and hungry for His love again. Thankfully, God is always ready to forgive us and welcome us back into His loving arms once more. There is no better or more joyous place to be either, because it is the one place were we truly belong.