ramblings...

so pretty much everyday i stand in the backyard and call to our dead cat to come from his grave. is that weird? ha! i think we realize God can do anything he wants, even raise a weak old dead cat, and restore him to those who adore him. we're going to keep doing it too, until it happens dang it! i'm not in denial, i just know there's always hope in a miracle.

i've been asking God to help me understand where my cat is...you know, he has no soul, that kitty. i saw a funny vision of the Lord Jesus holding him. and why it's interesting is this: Morrisey was the cuddliest animal ever, but did not enjoy being picked up-he would wrestle with you-we think he had some sort of trauma. so i thought, well that's sweet. and later i saw Jesus holding a baby...and i really think He told me this- "He has gone where the inncoents go." Young children do not have the opportunity to cognitively choose Christ...so i thought the Lord had made a fabulous comparison, and i sincerely hope this was from God.

good grief help me if anyone is actually reading this...they're going to think i'm positively loopy. dwelling on a dead cat. oi!