Keep Pressing On

Grandma is a white cat with a black patch on her head and a black tail . She got the name Grandma after giving birth to four sets of kittens , which she nursed and ably cared for . When we first moved into the area , she was just a young kitten roaming across neighborhood properties . Grandma was a very independent cat that we saw only occasionally . Yet , with her fourth set of kittens , she became less independent and more dependent on us for her meals .

In March 2018 , Grandma had kittens . One evening about three weeks later , I heard , “ Meow ! Meow ! ” Looking up the hill , I saw a cute black - headed kitten with a body as white as snow and a black tail . She was going around in circles on the cliff above our house .

The next day , after thunderous evening showers , I went outside again . This time I heard , “ Meow ! Meow ! ” much closer to the house . After searching , I found the rain - soaked kitten , shivering and hungry , in some bushes . I dried it . Then Grandma picked up her baby , climbed a tree , and disappeared . The following day the crying kitten was on a cliff over the neighbor’s property . I stood at the fence for an hour , saying , “ Meow ! Meow ! ” and hoping the kitten would slip my direction and come to me . Stepping away , I prayed , “ Lord , let the kitten fall so that I might rescue it . ” In my peripheral vision , I saw something white fly through the air . Yes , it was the kitten ! We rescued it again , cleaned it , and Grandma took him home .

Friend , have you strayed from the safety of home and gotten lost in the hills of despair , doubt , and depression ? Are you wandering on a cliff of loneliness ? Like Grandma , God the Father is waiting to welcome you home into His family . You may have been like the lost sheep in Luke 15 that wandered from the fold . Jesus , the Good Shepherd , has come to get you and carry you home on His shoulders . Or , you might be like the lost , dust - covered coin . Press on , for the light of the gospel is still shining on your path . Or perhaps you have been a prodigal son or daughter for years , squandering your life , time , and money in the pigpen of drugs , immorality , crime , or violence . Repent , get up , and go home . Your Father is waiting for you .

Today I implore you to keep pressing on . The feast is being prepared , and there will be joy and celebration in heaven over one repentant sinner that comes home to the Father .

Bula Rose Haughton Thompson