His Eye Is on the Sparrow

When my Mom called me last night around 9:30 to tell me she was back, this song popped into my head. 


See, one of my cats had been missing for an entire week. No signs of injury, no fresh piles of dirt to represent a recently dug grave, and no indication that she was alive anymore. Once before, she had gone without coming home one night. But she was back the next morning, and we weren’t worried. This time it was a little different.


So different that in fact, last night before my Mom’s phone call, I had just finalized a flyer that we would distribute tonight to neighbors up and down the street. 


Most days, my parents (who are awesome and keep the cats at their home, in their back porch, feed them, etc…) let the cats outside so they can run around or lay around. Depending on their mood. Either way, they know that every day they have the opportunity to not be cooped up inside and therefore, love to go outside. They are creatures of habit. Literally. They know that around dusk, they will be getting fed dinner and saunter back to the house and go back inside the porch for the night. This has been the routine for the past 4 years. Tabby & Amore love the routine. I don’t think they could function without the routine.


Sunday after lunch at my parents, my Mom and I went out back to search the wooded and swampy area behind their house. We fended off mosquitoes, poison oak (ok, not sure on this one), and a sweltering 90+ degree afternoon. We called her name over and over again, to no avail. We asked a neighbor whose backyard is right up against the wooded area and he claimed to not have seen Tabby.


We thought the worst. Or is it worse? Worst, worser, worserest. She was mysteriously gone and we felt no closure.


Then last night my Mom got home after a long day and stopped at the end of the driveway to pick up the mail. Up the driveway and in the direction of the pitch black backyard, she thought she saw a pair of eyes. Eyes that looked like animal eyes. Not wanting to get her hopes up, she dismissed the thought that it could be Tabby. She had not let Amore outside that morning, since she knew she would be getting back late at night, so she knew it couldn’t be Amore. And so my Mom went out to the porch to give Amore her dinner. The next thing she knows, she hears a collar jingle and it jingles loudly, as if a cat with a collar is running in her direction. 


And now you know the rest of the story.


I wish Tabby could talk. I would ask her what happened to her during the longest 7 days of my life. I would tell her I’m not mad at her at all for being gone. I would try to hug her (she wouldn’t like that) but I would just let her know I’m so glad she’s back and that she had us worried sick. And if she ever disappears like that again…well, at least write us a note to say where she is going.


And yet again, I have been reminded of how things that seem unimportant, are important to God.


Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not much more valuable than they? Matthew 6:26

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