Thursday, October 21, 2010
Chummy and His Life Lesson
He was our prettiest cat. His name was Chumley, but we called him Chummy. Because we wanted him to be our friend.
Two years ago, almost to the day, a police officer found a small, emaciated kitten that had crawled up under his car hood looking for warmth. He was filthy, flea ridden and very weak. He couldn't even swallow.
Having never been handled, he screamed with fear. I had him bundled up with warm water gloves and blankets and we syringe fed him warm IV fluids by mouth. (Putting an IV in would surely have killed him.)
Within hours he was able to swallow, drink, eat. I cleaned him up and took him home. He slept for 3 days, awakening only to eat.
But he was very fearful. We could never pick him up. Occasionally we could pet him.
I loved Chummy very much. I was so thankful for the privilege of being able to save him. It was a great gift.
God showed me a great truth through Chummy. He showed me how He wants to extravagantly, exorbitantly, excessively bless us, but He also wants us to completely surrender to Him and trust Him. When we don't, we deny ourselves much blessing, joy, delight in dwelling intimately with Him.
Unless Chummy changed, I knew that because of his wild and fearful nature I could never treat him for any sort of illness. I couldn't get close enough to him. He would revert to his wild, fearful, defensive nature. And he did.
So I said goodbye to him this week.
I love you Chummy.