Last month, I had to take my precious baby Midnight (our three and a half pound kitten) to get spayed. This required her to have NO food after ten at night. I fed her at nine twenty or so and she was content, but then morning came and…
I woke up to Midnight’s cries. She was meowing so much. She followed me and my husband, meowing and looking at us as if to say, don’t you hear me? My heart hurt just hearing her. Seeing and hearing her was worse.
We had purchased a plastic cat carrier a few days prior and placed it in our room. I hoped it’d become familiar to her and help her feel more comfortable. She went near it, sniffed around, but refused to get in it. So, when the time came, we had to pick her up, put her in and quickly shut the door (not pleasant).
She looked at me again; this time, through the holes in the carrier, it seemed her eyes were saying, don’t you see me? My husband put the carrier in the passenger side so she could be near me. I got in the drivers’ side and as I drove, the little meows turned into sadder, longer and then…angry meows. I started crying terribly and couldn’t stop. It was as if ten faucets turned on at once.
I started apologizing for her pain. I told her that I was so saddened to see her like this. I told her that she was so loved. I told her that I would always take care of her, even when it didn’t seem like it. She started falling asleep! She wasn’t tryna hear all that! What she knew was that she was now HANGRY!
As I cried and tried to comfort my dear MidnightMare(!), I heard that Divine, Gentle, Whisper…my dear Lal, do you see just a smidgen of how I feel when painful moments come your way? There is greater good coming from what you must walk through and My heart hurts when you hurt. I feel it all and I AM with you.
Can we breathe in this Truth today? Every.thing is working together for our good.
I did not say everything is good. We do not need to like it. We do not need to “fake it till we make it”. We do not always have a way to reconcile it. We may never understand it all this side of heaven. There’s some shitty stuff coming our way (maybe has already come our way…and repeatedly). Everything is not good.
We do not need to be “good with it”. We don’t always have answers or a logical explanation for why things happen the way they do. Regardless, the Divine is ever at work…on our behalf…weaving every single strand and patch together for our good.
In between the cussing, sighing, screaming unintelligibles, praying, crying and eating some form of frozen, soft, crunchy or warm sugar, I’m saying and sometimes singing these words “for our good”.
It is all for our good. The Divine has you…me…us.
Common Day Hero: Quite a few of us know the power of your prayers, the warmth of your hugs, the comfort of your quilts, freshly baked (or reheated!) fig cake and your homemade snack mix! Our family has witnessed many answered prayers, laughs, tears and “for our good” moments. I AM grateful for your presence in my life for over a quarter of a century, now! Nonnie, I dedicate this post to you.
