Cats are amazing creatures, but sometimes they make you question your own judgment. That happened to me a decade ago when my cat, Midgie, woke me up every morning at 2 a.m. by crying in the living room.
I don’t know what was wrong. I never figured out why she was crying. All I know is that I would blow kisses in the air and she would follow the sound to the bedroom, where she’d climb onto the bed and fall asleep next to me.
None of it made sense.
She knew where the bedroom was. She knew I’d be in bed. Still, every morning at 2 a.m. she’d wake me up crying what I believe was her version of, “Mom! Where are you?”
After two weeks of nightly interruptions, I ended up crying myself. “Why are you making this so difficult?”
I swear I heard God laughing at me.
Not really seeing the humor in the situation, I opened my Bible and found this:
If you look for me wholeheartedly, you will find me. (Jeremiah 29:13, NLT)
Midgie wasn’t looking for me wholeheartedly. If she had been, she would have found me. Instead, she sat in the living room crying about her circumstances.
And then the lightbulb went on.
How many times had I done the same thing to God? How many times had I sat in the middle of my mess crying for him to save me or reveal himself to me while at the same time knowing exactly where I could go to find him? How long did I wallow in my circumstances when all I had to do was look for him?
I lost a bit of sleep during those two weeks, but Midgie taught me a lesson I’ve carried with me for years. When I need comfort or answers or guidance or just to talk, I don’t sit around begging God to show up. Now, I go looking for him, and I’ve found him every single time.
Karin Beery grew up in a rural Michigan town, where she wrote her first novel in high school. Today, she writes contemporary stories with a healthy dose of romance. When she’s not writing fiction, she’s reading, editing, or teaching it. In her free time, she enjoys watching University of Michigan football and action-adventure movies with her husband and fur babies.
Two years ago, Jessica Miller made a mess of her already confusing life. Now, she’s back in Boyne Heights, and she’s determined to fix her reputation. She can’t seem to avoid the past that haunts her, but that’s the joy of small-town life—word spreads and people remember. Intent on her mission, however, she faces her past head-on, taking a job with her ex-boyfriend while avoiding her grandmother’s attempts to find her a new one.
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