Lessons From Mayer

I have a cat named Mayer. She is an absolute diva. When I'm not giving her enough attention, a sharp pain in my ankles, caused by her biting them, is a signal that she needs some love. Ankle scratches aside, I love that little fluff ball.

I feed Mayer every morning after I've gotten all dried off from taking a shower. It never fails...as soon as my feet hit the floor after waking up, Mayer runs to the door of the small closet in my bathroom where I keep her cat food. Although I stick to my routine of feeding her after my shower, she still continues to run to that door first thing in the morning. She is so needy.

Once I open the closet door, after moving her so I can actually open it, she runs at warp speed to her food bowl. I walk over and start to pour out the food into her bowl. But day after day, Mayer keeps her little fuzzy head inside the bowl so that she gets to that food as soon as possible. But this makes it difficult for me to pour her enough food. So by being too eager to get what she wants, she's actually prohibiting me from giving her a full bowl of food.

I think sometimes I'm like Mayer. I'm so anxious and eager for God's blessings that I get in the way of His outpouring in my life. I guess if I would trust Him more to bless me in His perfect way and perfect time, instead of getting in the way, the blessings might be richer. I think I'll give that a try. Although I don't hold out much hope for Mayer, my stubborn little fuzzball.