Last Thursday, Hubbs and I were laying in bed, lights out, nuh-night time. And like usual, the cat jumps on the bed to share her cuddles with us.
Now let me tell you something about Zelda. She purrs. A lot. Loudly. Like, the neighbors across the street can probably hear her. I know the neighbors next door can! And she isn't one of those cats who purrs for a little while and then falls asleep. Nope. Zelda purrs herself to sleep. And sleep purrs. And then walks around the bed in the middle of the night to stretch her legs. Purring.
"Jesus, please keep our cat happy and content, but please, please make her stop purring so that Josh can get some sleep!"
I kid you not, the second I stopped praying the cat stopped purring. Not even a second in-between prayer end and silence. And friends, it stayed that way. For the entire night.
There is not a doubt in my mind that God heard my prayer and answered it! I had been going through something a little more complicated and had been crying out to the Lord, and I feel like this was his way of showing me
"My daughter, I hear you. I hear you, and I am with you. I care about all of it. The big things, and the little things."
How awesome is that?