God our Father, walk through my house and take away all my worries and illnesses and please watch over and heal my family in Jesus name, Amen.
A dear friend sent this to me today via email. I get several of these "type" forwards, much of the time, I barely skim the message. This one was different. The first part of the image I saw were His eyes. They were looking right at me! Then I noticed the thorny crown wrapped around his heart. Then, I read these powerful words. These 27 words sum it ALL up for me . . . this is the prayer I pray . . . although, not enough, to watch over my family and friends, to keep my children safe and healthy and help them to discover happiness everywhere . . . This is how my day began!
A couple of hours later, our cat, who I haven't introduced y'all to yet, was crying to come back in the house. She can be incredibly annoying by playing this game to come in and go out, come in and go out . . . I can't stand the pitch of her whining, so I generally cave in and let her back in. I look at the french door and realize she has something in her mouth. This is a first for Miss Lil bit! As I approach the door I see the treasure she has is a baby bird. She must have seen my unhappiness because she ran, bird in mouth, as I opened the door. Long story short, it took several minutes of coaxing, but I finally managed to get her to drop the bird. I knew it was still alive but for how long? It was fully developed and tiny!
I ran back in and through the house, cradling this small creature, out the front door, away from the hunter! I gently opened my hands on the ground and the little bird shook and fluttered quickly and then flew away. A life saved . . . it was amazing. This isn't my little friend, but this is what she looked like, only smaller!
God our Father, walk through my house and take away all my worries and illnesses and please watch over and heal my family in Jesus name, Amen.
Be nTouch and love it!
P.S. Okay, another first: as I was proofing my words, I realize I left out something really special and painted an unfair picture of our cat. I called her a hunter, which she instinctively is, but she was really a hunter with this tiny creature. I believe she was bringing in a new toy. This little bird could have been physically damaged (if birds have a psychology then I'm sure this trauma will last a lifetime) or killed. Our cat is small and this bird fit in her mouth. But Lil bit didn't bite down on this little plaything, she just brought it to the door as if to say "hey Mom, look what I found, can we keep it, look, it moves and doesn't stay on the ground, can we keep it???"
Meet Lil bit . . .
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