Where Your Pleasures Lie

My cat has become more demanding as he ages. As a kitty his schedule was flexible — dinner time was when I could get around to feeding him, he tolerated the dog’s antics, and desires were communicated more like request. Lately things have changed, if it is the middle of the night and he needs to go outside he will make his desires known until demands are met. If he is hungry, he will stalk you until fed. And if a door is closed and he would like to be on the other side, he will claw and meow until he gets his way. While complaining about these annoying characteristics, I stopped and wondered if I do the same thing to God.

When I was a new Christian my sole desire was to live the will of God. Where ever you want to send me Lord, I will go! As I grow in my Christian faith I wonder if I have become too complacent. Do I, like my cat, become more demanding with my desires? Do I give or serve the Lord with the attitude that I will get something in return? Similar to the way my cat lets me scratch him — with hopes it will lead to getting fed.

Would you give the Lord life service if you knew you would not receive anything in return except salvation? No blessings, except eternal life.

Is your foundation about enjoying God’s blessings and experiencing God’s favor so you can have your best life now? Or is your treasure the glory of God itself?

No where does God say that we should not be happy; what God condemns is peoples desire to find happiness in other things. What we value the most is what we will find the greatest delight in. John Piper said it best, “Pleasure is where our treasure is.”

Am I like my cat and find my pleasure in things I demand and blessings received? Or does my heart’s desire lie in seeking the pleasures of God more then wealth, recognition, or blessings received?

“You show me the path of life; in Your presence there is fullness of joy,

in Your right hand are pleasures for evermore.”

Psalm 16:11

Hopefully I am Raising My Boys Better Than my Cat

In Small Town Florida we have a lot of stray cats. There is a house that has no one living in it, and I think all stray cats have taken up residency. My heart goes out to the stray cats but I personally can not afford to care for each and every one. The funny thing is most of the cats look like MY cat, and I know what you are thinking but our cat was “fixed” a long time ago. So no, we are not fathering a slew of stray cats.

The sweet older lady across the street is another story. She feeds ALL.OF.THEM. {sigh} If that was not bad enough, guess who plops his big hiney down in the middle and “pretends” he is a “poor kitty.” Yep you got it, my cat (the one who eats a lot inside the house, goes outside and pretends he is a stray).

I have pictures to prove it. Here are two homeless kitties minding their own business, trying to get some food the sweet older lady leaves out.  Poor cat on the right looks like he has seen better days.  Of course I kind of look like that first thing in the morning too.

Oh look who do we have here approaching the sweet homeless kitties? It is my FAT GARFIELD. Doesn’t he know with that waddle he can not get away with looking like a stray?

Now my cat thinks he is all that. He is trying the big stare down. How I wish I could speak “kittyese” to let them in on a little secret….my cat has no claws!!

Fat Cat Take Over!!

Not only did my claw less wonder intimidate the other sweet homeless kitties, he went in for the food!

The moral of this story is: IT IS BETTER TO GIVE THEN RECEIVE, UNLESS YOU ARE A CAT! (off to donate to the Human Society or to the sweet lady across the street because I feel so guilty with my cat stealing “poor kitty” food.)

MERRY CHRISTMAS!