This little kitten was the lone survivor of a terrible encounter with a combine in the field across from ours. We did our best to comfort the little guy. He had a hard time trusting that we would not hurt him.
I am still having trouble trusting that God had a reason for all of the hurt, defeat, and loss I experienced at my teaching job last year; the isolation, being compared, heckled, mocked, judged and then gossiped about. I must realize that this little kitty had to thank us, so to speak, for caring for him, and learn to enjoy his new life with us instead of with his mother. The first step for me is to thank the Lord for my wonderful new life, and to accept it, and realize how truly wonderful it is to be at home. I must not hope inside my heart, that those insensitive teachers would be sorry for how they treated me. If my kitty walked around my house ungrateful and fretting while saying, "I hope that combine driver realizes how horrible he was for driving over our little home. I hope he is remorseful." I would want to say to the cat, "That combine driver had no idea he hit and killed your entire family. You need to forgive and move on, and be thankful for what you do have."
"Therefore, since we are receiving a kingdom that cannot be shaken, let us be , and so worship God acceptably with reverence and awe."