For those of you who don’t like cats, please indulge me.
This goes along with an earlier post I wrote last year about what Father gets out of our relationship
We have a cat we call Scooter. He is a big, fat cat. We adopted him in the early part of 2000 from a cat rescue facility. We didn't pick him out – they just gave us one they believed would be fine being by himself most of the day.
We could not have picked out a better pet if we were given a checklist. Most people who don’t even like cats, like Scooter.
I got up Sunday morning, and as usual, he was waiting for me downstairs. He did his usual habit of rolling on his back inviting me to play with him. I was rubbing his stomach and he was pretending to bite and scratch me, although he only goes so far before he starts licking instead of biting.
This little creature gives me joy and makes me laugh every day. I was thanking Father for bringing him into my life when something hit me. Even though I KNOW that he will do the same thing every morning and roll on his back and want me to play with him, he never fails to make me happy.
Perhaps this is how Father delights in us also. He already knows what we will do and already knows our reaction, but He still LOVES to see it. He loves the reaction when He gives us something or sees our joy when He reveals something to us.
I want to learn to live in Father's affection.
Are the Ten Commandments Written on Our Hearts? - Sadly many people think that Jeremiah 31:31-34 (see below), and then Hebrew's quoting of it, is referring to the Ten Commandments / the law of Moses, when ...
1 month ago