Friday, June 22, 2012

Who Can You Comfort?

Do you know someone struggling that you can help lift their spirit?  Perhaps it is someone sick, or someone hurting, or someone experiencing a time of loneliness. . . 

Will you come alongside them and let them know that they are not going through their low moments alone? 

With a tender heart, will you offer them   
a listening ear
            a kind word,

and encouragement? 

Life is tough, and it sure does help to know that we are loved and that someone cares about what we are going through.  Will you purpose in your heart to be a beacon of light throughout their turbulent time?


“Blessed be God, even the Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of mercies, and the God of all comfort;

Who comforteth us in all our tribulation, that we may be able to comfort them which are in any trouble, by the comfort wherewith we ourselves are comforted of God.” 
                                    2 Corinthians 1:3-5

Friday, June 15, 2012

No Need to Fear!

    Did you know that

      God’s Word tells us
not to fear
365 times?

What ever you are  facing today,  there’s  no need to fear -

      He’s by your side,          
every day   
of the year!


Tuesday, June 5, 2012

Little Rooney

As I sat on my front porch swing one April afternoon, I heard a kitten cry.


It was coming from a newborn that had been abandoned.  Poor little fellow - he was caught by his attached cord in some shrubbery, of all things.  He was strong and healthy and couldn’t be but a few hours old. 

Warmth is the most important need of a newborn, so I wrapped him up and placed him in a container on a heating pad.  Throughout the day, I tried everything I could think of to get him to his mother, who was a wild cat, and first time mother.  Nothing worked.

I prayed and prayed.  Then it came to me.  A couple of weeks or so before, our cat Pocahontas had given birth.  Although I didn’t know where she was hiding with her kittens, I prayed that she would make an appearance.


And there she was!

I brought her inside and with a little work, convinced her to nurse the infant kitten.   I couldn’t  keep Pocahontas long though, since she had to get back to her own babies.

By this time, my daughter’s heart was involved, and she named him “Rooney” after Mickey Rooney.  My worry thickened.  Could this even possibly end well?


It would be a long night as I got up every three hours to feed the crying desperate little guy. 

At daybreak, I trudged through our tornado tattered woods, hoping to come up on little Rooney’s mom or siblings, or even Pocahontas. 


There was no use. More prayer was in order.

Later that morning, both moms showed up.  However, the wild cat acted as if she had no idea that this baby was hers. 


She sniffed, hissed and then ignored Rooney.

But sweet Pocahontas dutifully let me coax her once again into feeding him.  With high hopes I left the door open so she could come and go.   She tarried the remainder of the morning responding to his cries.  By noon, she was gone – and so was Baby Rooney!   I just knew she must have taken him to where her other wee ones were hid.  I assured my worried daughters and myself,  that we would likely see him again when he got old enough to follow his new adopted mama out of hiding. 

This story has a happy ending!


Look who appeared!  Isn’t he so precious?!

He is a bit shy, but not as wild as her other two slightly older toddling kittens.  Could it be that he remembers us?

And here is our hero, Pocahontas, still nursing and caring for him.  What a sweetheart! 


Praising God today for this happy ending and reminder of the Lord’s interest and care in all the details of our lives!

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