Lessons Learned from a Kitten

Oscar is now six months old. As Nana would say, "he sure is a rascal!"

Being firmly entrenched in the kitten stage, Oscar pounces anything and everything. This includes human hands and feet and the occasional wrapping of himself like a sock around passing ankles.

Sir Pounce-a-lot

While attempting to pet Oscar this morning, his pouncing and grabbing with claws in full force, I heard myself exclaim, "Would please stop hurting me? I just want to love you." and was struck by how often God must say that to us.

How many times do I lash out with claws and do hurtful things while He only wants to love me?

Other times, I want nothing more than to wrap Oscar in my arms and snuzzle the top of his head. Oscar's only goal is to play, pounce and chomp. He's oblivious to my desire to wrap him up and love him.

This furry flurry is a version of myself ignorant of God's desire to wrap me up in His love.

Twice in a matter or moments, a kitten has taught me about the Father who loves me enough to fight through the claws.