Rocks Will Cry Out

 Do you have someone who adores you?  

 My admirer is black, with medium-length hair, golden eyes and goes by the name Pepper. He waits every morning for me to finish my exercise routine and then watches me sit on the floor and stretch the bones and muscles my chiropractor instructed me to do. As soon as I hit the floor, my adoring fan wedges himself up alongside my thighs as close as he can get, then stretches out full-length and purrs. If I pet him ( is there ever an IF? ) he angles his head up at me and follows my every move with those golden eyes of his. He makes me feel like the best thing that ever happened to him. 

I probably am. My husband rescued Pepper and his calico-colored sister Princess from under a house about three years ago. The mother cat had taken her kittens away from the cold November skies to protect them, but they were starving. Though he left food for them, my husband  knew the coming cold weather, with snow in the forecast, would probably signal the cats’ end.  He was able to catch Pepper because the kitten’s eyes were pasted shut and he couldn’t see where he was going. Princess had to be trapped. The mother escaped.

 His story of recovery is a long one, too long for a blog, but weeks of washing, warming and cuddling the depressed little kitten paid off. Pepper today is a healthy Siamese-mix male who thinks I am the greatest mother in the world. Being adored is humbling, and exhilarating at the same time. 

 Is it any wonder that the scriptures tell us to praise the Lord? Our heavenly Father made each of us in His own image, individual creations worthy of value and praise. He loved us so much that He sent His Son to die for us, to cover our disobedience with His sacrifice on the cross. In the 150th Psalm every verse exhorts us to praise the Lord. In verse six, the psalmist finishes with, “Let everything that has breath praise the Lord.”

God needs our praise. Let’s not forget to give Him the thanks He deserves or, as the scriptures tell us, the rocks will cry out in our absence.

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