"He heals the brokenhearted And binds up their wounds." (Ps 147:3)
Our white cat, Dusty is my son, JJ's favorite pet. They have a special
connection that is a delight to see. After she finishes her dinner at
night Dusty will run into JJ's room to sleep on the pillow beside him.
During the day she will follow him around, nap peacefully in his arms,
and even answer with a "meow" every time he calls her name.
A few months ago, however, Dusty began to lose weight. She ate less and
less and lost some of her fur. She stopped following JJ around and found
a hiding space in my daughter's old closet. She came out only to drink
water and then quickly retreated to her hiding spot each day. I was sure
for a time that we were going to lose her and prayed to God that she
would return to health. I didn't want my son to lose his furry friend.
Thankfully, after a few weeks she started to spend time outside the
closet again. She began to drink some milk and even started eating her
cat food once more. Soon her fur grew back and she gained weight. Once
again she became my son's constant companion and I thanked God for
bringing her back to him.
I can understand too why she had gone off by herself to take the time to
heal from her illness. There have been many times in my own life when I
have been beaten and battered by the troubles and pains of this world.
There have been times when fear, sickness and sadness have overwhelmed
me. There have been times when I have just needed to find a quiet place
in my own soul to heal, to think, and to talk to God.
Joyfully, every time I have done so God has been there to fill me with
His love and to heal my heart. Each time God has brought me back to the
world better and stronger than I was before. When life beats you
down then don't give up. Go within. Go to God. Allow His love to fill
you and to heal you. And then go out and share that love with the world.
By: Joseph J. Mazzella