Frozen Assets

I was just musing on a story recently from my childhood that made a huge impression on me, and thought that I would share it.

When I was a toddler, our family lived on a mountain in Lewistown, Montana.  We had several acres of land where we raised beef, and horses, and we had a few family pets.  Mom has always had an allergy to animals, but she allowed us a few pets if they could stay outside, so our dog “Heifer” and our cat “Rosey” were outside animals.

Rosey, our cat, would sit on the front porch every morning and scratch at the door waiting for her breakfast.  Each morning my mom would step out onto the porch to find her feeding dish, fill it and return it to the porch where Rosey enjoyed her meals.  As time went on, however and winter set in, Rosey’s misfortune of pushing her bowl off of the porch became a frustration.  They became harder to find as the snow drifted in, and sometimes would roll farther away than where we looked for them.

This was the case the morning etched in my memory, when my mom stepped out onto the porch to gather her bowl and could not find it.  This was maybe her third or fourth bowl that had gone missing in the winter months, and it was nowhere to be found.  With a prayer that probably came out more in a sigh than a petition, my mother said, “Lord, would you please help me to find the cat’s dish so I can feed her this morning?”

Rosey was still on the porch waiting, and mom hadn’t really taken notice of her as she was intent on finding the bowl, but for some reason Rosey caught her attention…it was something about the way she was walking that just didn’t look right.  She sort of hobbled and something seemed wrong with her back legs.   Upon further investigation my mom discovered that frozen to Rosie’s backside was the missing food dish.  Somehow Rosey must have sat in her dish long enough for it to freeze to her bottom and then hobbled to the door to be fed and released from her attachment.

I suppose my mom could have retrieved another dish from the kitchen to feed the cat, or poured her food out directly onto the ground.  Maybe she could have solved the dilemma on her own, but I think that God used that moment to make a profound impression on a three-year old girl and her family.  God showed me then that He hears our prayers, and He answers.  He showed me that He cares about the things that concern us.  He showed me that He had a sense of humor.

For this reason and many others that I will inevitably write about, I am a believer in the love and intimate care of God.  He hears us, He listens, He answers.

Matthew 6:25-32

New International Version (NIV)

    25 “Therefore I tell you, do not worry about your life, what you will eat or drink; or about your body, what you will wear. Is not life more than food, and the body more than clothes?26 Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not much more valuable than they? 27 Can any one of you by worrying add a single hour to your life[a]?   28 “And why do you worry about clothes? See how the flowers of the field grow. They do not labor or spin. 29 Yet I tell you that not even Solomon in all his splendor was dressed like one of these. 30 If that is how God clothes the grass of the field, which is here today and tomorrow is thrown into the fire, will he not much more clothe you—you of little faith? 31 So do not worry, saying, ‘What shall we eat?’ or ‘What shall we drink?’ or ‘What shall we wear?’32 For the pagans run after all these things, and your heavenly Father knows that you need them.

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