A few weeks ago when it was so bitterly cold and there was still ice on the ground, I pulled into my driveway and saw a flash of movement from the low sweeping branches of the magnificent Magnolia tree at the head of my driveway. I stopped for a moment not sure what I had seen and then pulled forward to my parking spot. When I got out of the van I looked again and saw a small face looking out at me. Let me preface what I am about to tell you with this fact, not known to you until this moment, I am deathly allergic to cats. I have been in places where there were no visible signs of a feline friend when I would suddenly not be able to breathe, my eyes would begin to itch intolerably and the dreaded sneeze upon sneeze upon sneeze would begin. That being said, the small face I saw was a small, skinny cat that was barely more than a kitten. My heart of compassion could not see the poor creation of my God cold and hungry so against the judgment of my human senses I began to call in a small baby voice, “kitty, kitty, kitty” and out from those branches it ran to me meowing and seemed so grateful. The fact that it came to me so quickly made me wonder if someone had put it out of a car, which happens so often where I live. I took it into my garage, which seemed a safe distance from where I would be, then went upstairs and got a bowl of milk and some puppy chow. The starving animal began to eat and drink as if someone were about to steal the food, I felt good that I had spared its small body from the cold. The kitty stayed (you knew it would didn’t you?) and the children were thrilled, as our old P’nut had died a few days earlier and somehow taking care of “Benny” seemed to soothe them. In a few days we all noticed that Benny was faring well on the food we were feeding him, his sides were getting swollen with the good food and milk. As it turns out Benny is downstairs as I speak with four kittens nursing at her teats!
I thought of the miracle of creation, four small babies coming from the insides of this little creature that didn’t look “full growed” to me. What a good mother she is, reaching out to pull them close, bathing them constantly and patiently letting them pull at her body for their own milk. Funny that no one had to teach her what to do isn’t it? It is God-given in her to be nurturing of her babies. I thought of all the human babies who have been left abandoned by their mothers who have left them perchance to be found by a stranger who might take them in, or the mothers that willingly let their womb be opened and the small beginnings that are curiously formed, *Psalm 139:15, sucked out by a vacuum or scraped out by a doctor. Creation is beautiful, it is a miracle and whether the baby was implanted in the mother’s womb by choice or accident of passion it is still a small human with a soul and a spirit.
As I stood at my kitchen sink this morning before daylight waiting for the coffee to finish dripping, it was beginning to get just light enough to see the beautiful, huge Dogwood tree that had either blossomed over night or escaped my busy vision yesterday. It brought to mind the article that I have published more than once about the beautiful flowers that come from the brown sticks called gardenia bushes and took a moment to see the small green leaves beginning to unfurl on the other trees outside of my window. The fact is that the trees are actually in my neighbor’s yard but since there are no windows on the backside of their house they can’t enjoy the view but I was standing here and taking the beauty into my soul as if they belonged to me and the truth is that they do belong to me to enjoy because they are God’s creation and my eyes have access to them!
I pass my musings on creation whether it is the miracle of the birth of four kittens, a human baby or flowers from a stick on to you, think of them as you will and know it is all from “for God so loved the world…”
Oh yes, you shaped me first inside, then out;
you formed me in my mother’s womb.
I thank you, High God—you’re breathtaking!
Body and soul, I am marvelously made!
I worship in adoration—what a creation!
You know me inside and out,
you know every bone in my body;
You know exactly how I was made, bit-by-bit,
how I was sculpted from nothing into something.
Like an open book, you watched me grow from conception to birth;
all the stages of my life were spread out before you,
The days of my life all prepared
before I’d even lived one day.