Lately I've felt like a live bird in a cat's mouth. Sensing the sharp teeth which grasp me (but not tight enough to do me in), I wonder when the white fangs will make their fatal plunge. Then, by some miracle, I am dropped! Heart pounding, I muster the strength to fly to safety shaken, but unharmed.
Being captured many times has tuned my senses to the look, smell and sound of my predator and enabled me to flee to safety before being caught again. Once in the safe place, I feel engulfed by grace that flows over my frantic heart and chaffed spirit and prepares me to give what I am receiving.
Because this safe place is new to me, I find myself blown away by all it contains. With grace, in equal measure comes:
love
and forgiveness
and joy
and strength
and peace
and comfort
and hope
- whatever the need of the moment requires.
I am in awe over the power with which it compells me to go out and give what I have been given.
Even though the cat is serving a purpose, I still hope it will go away soon. And when it finally does, I will wave and thank it for driving me to grace.
