consistent among developing countries…stray animals. typically they are
malnourished, dirty and diseased. in Moldova you will find stray dogs and cats
by the masses. they hang out in the streets. it’s survival of the fittest. they
love handouts of any kind, rummage through dumpsters, cower when approached,
and often huddle in small, secret places.
it makes me think:
sometimes…some Christians (me included)…live like stray
humans. there is a survival of the fittest mentality. sons and daughters
begging for handouts when there is a banquet table already set. sons and
daughters roaming the earth looking for a place to call home in the midst of a
kingdom they’ve already inherited. sons and daughters settling for second hand
when they already own everything.
a few of us adopted a stray kitten this month in Moldova
(thanks to Woody’s compassionate heart). instead of him having to survive alone
in the cold, he has now entered the Cold War Cottage Kingdom…haha…he has
inherited protection from outside elements, food and water, unconditional love
and affection, the freedom to play, and the grace to get into trouble. he is
safe here.
the world wants to tell us that we are on our own. The Lord
says we are His adopted Beloved. the prayer of my heart is that i will no
longer see myself as a beggar but as a partaker. that i will walk in the
fullness of who i am because of whose i am. some days…i get it. i live it. i
believe it. other days…not so much. this is part of my journey on the world
race…walking in the fullness of who i am…ALL the time. i’m not a part-time
Kingdom kid. a house divided against itself will not stand. so i break off old
mindsets in Jesus’ name. i cast off lies the enemy has been whispering in my
ear. “and i take hold of that for which Christ Jesus took hold of me�
(Philippians 3:12b). i claim His resurrection power in my life. amen.
(note: as i write this, the kitten is resting on my
shoulders. a good reminder to keep resting on His shoulders. thanks kitty.)
