|Purred: Wed Sep 14, '11 6:38am PST |
|“Come unto me, all ye that labour and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest.”
“What do you want, Fred?” I asked our cat. “I wish you’d make up your mind.” First he was meowing in the kitchen, then in the bedroom and now at my feet. I was trying to do some work on the computer and there he was, butting against my leg. I reached down to scratch him between his ears. He seemed to enjoy it, purring contentedly, but the minute I stopped he sauntered back to the kitchen. “Meow, meow,” I heard him say.
“Okay, I give up. I’m coming,” I said. I went into the kitchen. His water bowl was full, his food dish was half full, and my wife Carol had already brushed him once today. “What do you want?” I asked.
He looked up at me with his green eyes and said it again, “Meow, meow.”
I guess this is what it’s like to be a cat, I thought. Wanting things that you can’t even articulate. Then I paused. No, maybe this is what it’s like to be a human. Restless, impatient, needy. Sometimes I feel like wandering around the house and whining, wishing somebody would do something.
I sat down on the floor. Fred nestled his head under the counter the way he often does and rolled over on his back so I could rub his stomach. “Do you know what St. Augustine once said about his Master?” I asked, running my hands through Fred’s thick fur. “He said, ‘Our hearts are restless until they rest in Thee.’”
He purred contentedly. I knew the feeling.
I come to You, Lord, looking for rest.
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