Well, ok, so she wasn’t a real tiger, but she howled, growled, writhed and spat. I’ve never been close to a real tiger, but that was close enough.
I took Kara, my cat, to the Veterinarian for her yearly check up. Her protests were vigorous from the start. She hates being stuffed into the carrier because she knows where she’s going. She was not a happy girl.
At the vet’s, she cowered back in her box so I made a grab for her.
“She never bites,” I explained.
She did her “Taz” thing then I felt a prick in my hand. “Ouch.” I reached again and suddenly noticed the blood dripping. “Well, I’ll be,” I said in amazement. “She got me. She never bites,” I repeated.
Of course, why should the assistant believe that this was the first time Kara had ever bitten me? And she’s old! While I headed for the sink to wash the wound, the assistant cleaned up the blood and we agreed that she would take the carrier, cat and all, into the other room where there were heavy gloves and a big “sleeve” to slip my sweet kitty into so they could work on her. I heard her screaming and howling even from the examination room. They weighed her, took her temperature and gave her a rabies shot. You’d think they were torturing her. Give me a break!
After we got home, with my now cuddly kitty purring on my lap after sweetly licking my hand and rubbing her head against it, I contemplated. Kara didn’t understand that I was protecting her as I tried to pull her out of what she considered her safe place at the vet’s office. She needed to be examined, and have shots that would protect her from diseases. Yet she saw that as danger. She thought she needed to protect herself and didn’t trust me to do what was best for her.
Is that how we are with God? He does what looks dangerous to us and we growl, hiss and spit at Him. We feel we can’t trust Him and He is throwing us into harm’s way when all the time He is doing what is best for us. We just don’t understand.
“Hold me up, and I shall be safe…” Psalm 119:117a
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