Wednesday 22 May 2013

Still a little foolish

I have always been one of those unfortunate 'feel-compassion-towards-every-lving-creature' types (with exception towards snakes and sharks). I tried curing myself of feeling sorry for every squished ant when I was a little girl by forcing myself to delibratly squish one, but alas it did not cure me, I only felt dreadfully guilty after.

Now I am almost 16, but still childish in many ways...

My school desk is suited next to a window. I don't delibratly distract myself, but on this particular cold, geography lesson I was feeling comfy with a doona snuggled around my legs, my eye just happened to notice an unfortunate bug trapped in a pool of water sitting in an upside-down chair. I immediately felt sorry for the poor fellow trapped in water on such a cold, miserable day and then reproached myself for getting distracted from my lesson over such a matter. I proceeded to read about poler regions and other dreadfully cold places. My mind  however couldn't quite abandon that wretched bug trapped in a watery grave, and I felt sorry for it, thinking how cruel life is for such a creature, ignored by most, never loved or thought kindly by anyone, and imagine how I would feel, if I was a bug. Because when you think about it, God's really blessed every human by creating them a human and not an insect. 

As my mind whirled all these thoughts, I soon realised that I would have no peace of mind until I delt with this bug. 

I walked silently away from my school desk and quietly turned the laundry door knob and braved the harsh outdoor environment (where I live isn't actually that cold, but I'm not very tolerant of cool weather, I'm happier in the tropics). I tipped over the chair and freed the bug. As I turned around, I noticed several men building a house right behind our backyard fence. I'm not sure if they noticed me or not, but I felt a little foolish. 

As I sat back down to my desk, I smiled, such is my life. 

Thursday 2 May 2013

PRAISE THE LORD!!!

Panda's home. Safe and sound. Thank you so much to all of you who prayed.

Panda arrived Thursday night around 10. I was in bed when I heard a distintive meow comming from our side door. My heart went in my mouth and my legs were trembling as I reached the door, hoping it was Panda, and then my beautiful boy, now 3 kilos smaller, ran through the opened door. I was so happy I could'd speak for a while until I finally yelled 'Panda's home!'

I assure you, he received quite a welcome. After many hugs Panda devoured two big helpings of cat food. Meanwhile my youngest brother slept like a log, I don't know how he managed.

The worst aliment is a few missing whiskers and a cut on his paw, but I'm happy, he's safe now.

Today Panda's been mainly sleeping, we don't know where he's been, but he's exhausted. Panda was gone for a whole 12 days.

All I can say is PRAISE THE LORD. He answered our prayers. He cares.