It was almost midnight when I woke up last
night. I was worried about our cat, Smokey, who had not been seen since
midmorning. It had been a nice day, weather-wise, so I wasn’t too surprised at
first. But by the time the sun set and the cold set in, he still hadn’t shown
up. We prayed, of course, and tried not to think about the coyotes and foxes
that occasionally trespass on the place.
An image flashed across my sleep-sluggish mind:
the trap that Hubby and I had seen a few days before while we were walking on a
neighbor’s property. A coon trapper had set it alongside the canal and baited
it with cat food.
I traded pajamas for winter clothing and trudged
out into the dark, armed with a flashlight and Bodie, our
cowdog-turned-search-and-rescue-dog.
Bodie heard Smokey’s plaintive meows before he
saw him. Sure enough, Smokey was behind bars. I don’t know who was happier or
more relieved to find and set Smokey free: me or the cat!
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| Smokey's prison |
“I tell
prisoners, ‘Come on out. You’re free!’ and those huddled in fear, ‘It’s all
right. It’s safe now.’” –ISAIAH 49:9 (MSG)
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