Category Archives: Lily

Revelations Anew…

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Ever since I moved to Rancho Cucamonga a year ago last January I’ve had an almost impossible time cleaning out Lily’s litterbox. During my last couple of years in Irvine I had gotten to the point where I was able to clean it out everyday and be consistent about it, but moving to Rancho seemed to erase that habit completely.

SO FRUSTRATING!!

And so not good for Lily too, but I just could not get myself to do it differently, and it’s been like that since January of 2014 when I moved.

HARRUMPH…

So fast forward to August of 2015 and I’m still struggling with Lily’s litterbox, but I’ve been praying about it and I’ve been asking Jeff to pray about it in therapy as well.

God finally answered (God’s timing is perfect)! Jeff prayed about it in therapy on Saturday, and Sunday evening I started cleaning out the litterbox. And God started showing me that doing what has always felt to me like the world’s most odious, vile, and onerous task is actually a great privilege, kind of like Jesus washing the disciples’ feet (that was the illustration He gave me).

The reason for this is that Lily has always been the most incredible gift straight from the Lord to me, always making me laugh no matter how I feel, always filling me with delight, always just being there with me no matter what, and being there for me too I suppose, if a cat can be there for you as a friend can. So cleaning out her litterbox, something she can’t do for herself, is, in a way, thanking her for all the things she does for me just by being herself.

Well, knock me over with a feather, I’d never thought of it like that before! That puts a whole new and different slant on what has always been the MOST difficult job for me! It almost changes it into a completely different task, one that I can almost enjoy doing because I’m doing it to care for my treasured companion’s most basic needs.

I could almost get into this!

Which Came First, the Chicken or Lily; Or, God’s Love Gave Me Jesus Gave Me Lily

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Which Came First, the Chicken or Lily; Or, God’s Love Gave Me Jesus Gave Me Lily

Following is a post about Lily from my old blog. Well, no; in point of fact, it’s about God and Lily, and it was originally written Tuesday, January 18, 2011. Anyway, here it is, updated…

I’ve been having this feeling like I should write about Lily. So here I am.

It seems like the way I love Lily is a metaphor for the way God loves me. When I contemplate the implications of that my brain seizes up, but I’ll deal with it. Lily is dealing with it by napping beside me and hugging her head. I think I like her way better.

I love to just sit and observe Lily. She’s absolutely fascinating to watch, especially when I’m in the bathroom. She always follows me in when I go there, and she loves to bring me wads of paper to throw so she can fetch them for me. She also loves to go behind the bathroom door, especially while my back is turned brushing my teeth. She goes behind the bathroom door and just sits there, and if I don’t notice her after a couple of minutes then she’ll say something.

I get the feeling when she fetches for me that she’s bringing me little gifts, because she goes through a process in choosing which wad of paper to bring me. She’ll smell one, and if it smells right she’ll pick it up and bring it to me. Sometimes she changes her mind en route and drops it for a better wad~or no wad at all.

The upshot of it is, if the Bible is right and I believe it is, God is with me, and identified with and connected to me with the same joined-at-the-hip intensity as Lily is, and a whole lot more.

I find that very exciting because it allows for an intimacy with God like nothing else on earth, something I’ve always desired but never felt like I could attain.

It’s a good thing feelings aren’t to be trusted and God’s Word is!

Of Unsolved Mysteries and Old Blog Posts

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Here I am writing another post. I’ve discovered that I have to write a post, and finish and publish it pretty much all in one sitting, because if I take much longer than that the draft gets lost somewhere in cyberspace. I have yet to figure out where my unfinished drafts are on wordpress.com, and it’s not a little frustrating, because I have at least two drafts waiting for me if only I could find them!

So with that mystery as yet unsolved, I write on…

From time to time I plan on taking a post from my old blog and using it here. I can’t post there anymore because Google shut it down, but I don’t want those entries to go to waste. So, as appropriate based on topic, I’ll use old posts as is or altered, depending once again on topic. There were a number of key posts; for instance, the letter I wrote to Harry, which was quite therapeutic, by the way.

And then there’s the one I wrote about Lily. I had started a new post here about Lily and had planned on using the post from the old blog as part of the new entry here, but before I could do that I got distracted, and ended up losing the new post before I could publish it. So now it’s one of those drafts that’s floating around out in cyberspace and I have no idea where it is or how to find it, and I’m so frustrated! Harrumph!!

Sooo…

I’ll just have to keep on writing and posting, and trying to do it quickly enough that my posts don’t get lost! I’m also going to keep on looking for those lost drafts.

That’s all for now…

My World In a Cat

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I’m sitting here with Lily, my sometimes alter-ego. Lily is my cat. She has been a gift from God from the day I got her onward. I got her in September of 2008 when she was about four months old, according to what my vet thinks, which means she was born in May of 2008.

Lily has always been a joy to have around. She follows me wherever I go in my apartment, and she fetches. I didn’t know cats did that until I got Lily. She’s so funny when she does it. Her currency is wads of paper. Sometimes she uses receipts that I bring home, and sometimes she finds pieces of paper around the house and brings them to me, expecting me to throw them for her. So I throw them, she runs after them and brings them back, then she drops them at my feet. Or sometimes she drops them in my shoe so I don’t find them until later. Only later happens hours afterwards when I’m putting my shoes on to go someplace, and I can’t put my shoe on because there’s a wad of paper stuffed in the toe~at which point I burst out laughing.

Lily does that a lot. Makes me laugh, that is.

She seems to know that making me laugh is a good thing~that my laughter means I’m pleased with her~so she does things on purpose to make me laugh. At least that’s the way it looks to me as I observe her.