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Lessons from a Momma cat
When our cat had her babies, she chose which one we would keep. A simple decision, really. One of her kittens refused to be weaned. She continued nursing for a full year. In the end, the baby was nearly half again bigger than her mom!
Momma cat was just a teenager in cat time when she had her kittens. Although she adored her baby, she was thrilled with my daughter’s decision to keep the kitten as an inside cat. Momma loved the freedom of leaving Baby in a safe place while having several hours daily of outdoor independence.
Then one day, right after she was weaned, Baby made a game-changing thirty second running tour of the house. Increasing speed and propelled by centrifugal force, she glanced off walls, toppled lamps and shredded draperies. At that precise moment she became an indoor/outdoor cat.
I will never forget the look on the momma cat when I pitched her kid out the French door. Furry face pressed against the bottom window pane, eyes blazing, I could almost hear her say, “Are you KIDDING me? Who is going to TAKE CARE of her now?"
In the post "Don't be afraid of the questions" (Feb. 28, 2012), I mentioned my daughter's healing through prayer of a dislocated leg. I thought I'd fill in the blanks a bit on what happened. Before her problem arose, I was praying to be healed of sciatica which had flared up, making sitting and walking difficult. But when she dislocated her leg I forgot all about my problem and turned all attention to helping her.
At first she was alarmed by what was happening, but my calm quickly calmed her. She didn't seem to be in pain unless she moved. So I asked her to sit still on the sofa and watch cartoons while I prayed for her.
Within a few minutes, our family cat came in to where I was praying and begged for my attention. She was dragging one leg behind her, laid herself down in front of me and looked up with pleading eyes, appearing to ask for help.
7 ways the Bible tells us to shut up
This cat has a decided preference for my husband. The other morning I was giving some important instructions to my dear spouse (Read: I was bossing him around). He didn't seem to mind. But suddenly the cat stood up, walked over to me, put her face in mine - nose to nose - and with a wide-eyed glare, let out one sharp "Meeeow!" Then she returned to her spot, curled up and looked admiringly, worshipfully, at my husband.
I said, "Did you see that?" He said, "Yup. She just told you to shut up."
The Bible has a few conversation stoppers, too. They're designed to arrest all whining, fussing, nagging, griping, frothing, suffering, sinning, sickness and death.
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I have practiced Christian Science professionally in
some form since 1979.
But my journey with
Christian Science started
in a Sunday school
where as a young child
I was taught the Scriptures and some simple basics
of Jesus' method of
scientific Christian healing.
A significant experience
at the age of twelve
opened my eyes to
the great potential
of this practice.
After impaling my foot
on a nail,
I prayed the way I had learned
in Sunday school.
the pain stopped
and healing began.
By the next morning the wound had disappeared completely.
the great potential
of Christian Science,
there would be no