Why I Think God Invented Cats for People Like Me
Our weary spirits required celestial protectors stripped of their plumage. In the precise manner a feline elects to rest near you without demanding justification, the Creator’s affection remains a steady, silent reality that we are never compelled to earn. I hold an absolute conviction that the Almighty dispatched these creature companions to discipline my soul and operate as wingless emissaries within my life. Within the quiet sanctuaries of my household, I observe how these fragile lives beautifully mirror the Divine. Though many people dismiss them as detached, my feline companions have thoroughly trained my spirit in the art of absolute grace. They never demand a flawless or ache-free routine before offering companionship; acting as a wingless messenger, they simply choose to rest alongside me. Their presence is a deliberate act of loyalty, a silent ministry that speaks volumes in the stillness of a Kentucky afternoon.
During eras when existence resembles a relentless tempest, my inner soul uncovers deep solace amidst adversity through the uncomplicated, rhythmic purring of my companions. They constantly prompt my heart toward the absolute trust and divine provision we are called to hold in our Heavenly Father. This beautiful realization served as a vital anchor during the absolute darkest hours of my health struggle, when the heavy weight of chronic pain from fibromyalgia left me feeling like my spirit had absolutely nothing left to give. My felines never harbor anxiety regarding their subsequent sustenance; they rest in uncomplicated reliance on my care. My cats never focused on my personal frailties, those undiagnosed battles, or the times doctors dismissed my suffering as mere hypochondria; they simply desired my presence. This beautifully mirrors the tranquil, unanxious spirit we are commanded to preserve, certain that if the Lord attends to the tiny sparrow, He shall undoubtedly protect those fashioned in His divine image.
The Lord perceived the precise requirements of my soul when He introduced a minuscule, seven-week-old bundle of fur named Matty into my existence amidst my undiagnosed struggle with fibromyalgia. The Divine understood that I desperately required a catalyst to arise from my blankets, to sustain movement, and to experience boundless affection despite the heavy burden of chronic pain and grueling migraines. Matty, a grey and white tabby with tiger stripes, became a silent witness to the Father’s grace and the very first of many companions God would use to turn my personal pain into a mission of healing. This initial encounter was not just a rescue; it was a calling that eventually led to the founding of the Crazy Cat Sanctuary and Black Cat Rescue, providing a haven for nearly 50 residents. Through these cherished felines, He generously indulges my heart with delight discovered in ordinary treasures—a simple cardboard box or a warm sunbeam—continually prompting my spirit to maintain a heart of gratitude for every unique blessing He bestows.