The Cat in the Tree

Why is it the coolest stuff happens when you have no camera? On our way out the driveway this morning, I was taking my stable boy home, we saw a cat in a tree. Not tremendously unique you might say. True, in a sense, but this was not a huge tree, nor a huge cat; it was a gray, bleary morning and the dark shape of the cat and darker still thin bony branches, stood stark against the whiteness of everything else. Slowing just a bit and I comment to my helper that I wish I had a camera. Of course I did have a camera! My phone! Creeping to a stop while digging furiously into the front pocket of my more than snug jeans, no easy task while sitting, backing up, all while keeping an eye on the brown fur ball in the tree. Even before I slid to a stop disappointment wells, I can see her picking her way down through the branches, landing gingerly on the frosty white carpet. The phone out of my pocket pointed at the blur that is the empty tree is too little to late, trite huh. Cleo, methodically high steps off to the warm dry barn. S. and I sit in the car knowing the sight will not be appreciated by any save ourselves. Savoring the picture only a second we head back up the driveway.

If I could sketch I would do that, but I can't. Life is full of those moments that can truly only be experienced by the experiencer. Perhaps if I was a better writer I could peck out more distinctly the cat in the tree, or maybe I am just not taking the time here and now. Still, I think God sometimes gives us little gifts all are own; just to remind us of His beauty, or His Glory, or maybe His sense of humor. The cat in the tree was a bit of all three. I remember some time ago a friend gave me on of those little wallet cards, "A coincidence is when God makes a miracle and remains anonymous." Little every day miracles happen all around us; although it is my thought that they are not so anonymous. The whole Bible is a signed autobiographical testament to His Majesty and power in big miracles and in the not so big.

It is so important to not let a day pass without keeping our eyes, both of them, open and expectant for all the miracles of God; dancing snowflakes, the way the sun breaks though the clouds, a teeny tiny ant hauling a super sized meal home to his family. Every breath of every creature is an act of our magnificent God. Whew! Gotta love life.

Psalm 19
1 The heavens declare the glory of God; the skies proclaim the work of his hands.

2 Day after day they pour forth speech; night after night they display knowledge.

3 There is no speech or language where their voice is not heard.

4 Their voice goes out into all the earth, their words to the ends of the world. In the heavens he has pitched a tent for the sun,

5 which is like a bridegroom coming forth from his pavilion, like a champion rejoicing to run his course.

6 It rises at one end of the heavens and makes its circuit to the other; nothing is hidden from its heat.