Poor Little Orphans

While I restaged the back patio, to ensure unobstructed views of the feeders I have scattered throughout the back yard, it began to sprinkle again. This time I thought it might mean business, so I packed up my books, tools, and dead phone (evidentially power pack usage is beyond my comprehension because, although I have fully charged the power pack, I have yet to get it to work).

During my last check of my corner-in-progress,  and the views beyond, I noticed Moggy. He was lying under the neighbors fire pit. You would think he's a poor little unsheltered, unloved orphan boy.

I provide all his needs. I feed him. I give him luxuries like toys, scratching posts, and treats. I take care of his medical check-ups and emergencies. I right his messes and clean his soiled litter box. I pet him when he allows, or demands (depending on his mood). I provide him with safe, dog-free/cat-friendly, zones during the days he decides to stay home with The Girls. I tell him I love him every day, and I adopted him into The Zoo er....Family.

How so much like Moggy we can be.

God loves us, provides for us, spoils us, allows us free will, protects us, and offers us adoption into His Family.

Yet even after accepting His free gift of salvation, we sometimes return to shelter in the dirt and ashes rather than bask in the fullness of His grace and love.

In so doing we act like like poor little orphans accepting, and settling for, less than His best.