When I was a little girl we brought home a barn cat from a family member’s farm. I already had about a hundred cats of my own (well, several) but the beautiful black and orange calico hiding behind the tractor had to be mine. So we brought her home, in the car, piercing meows, without a cage or box, no protection from the claws…interesting ride back to our house.
We named her Pistol and she was a wild one. Literally.
She would not let us pet her. She would not come to us when we called her. She would barely let us walk in the same area before she would dart away. She was more than anti-social. She wanted no part of human interaction. Understandable considering her life had been spent fending for herself.
But one day in my dad’s shop, without giving away my secret abilities as a child cat whisperer, I tamed her! This must have been what it felt like to break a horse! I could have let her stay in her wildness but I was determined to give her the best life possible. And becoming an obedient, loving, and gentle cat was going to be what would allow her the freedom to become part of our family.
God wants the best life possible for us. Not only that, he wants us in his family. He does not want to allow us to remain untamed strays depending on our own means for survival.
In order for Him to give us that life we must submit not only our hearts for salvation, but our minds, our plans, and our very will, so that all our dependence is placed on him. Then… We are broken.
A barn cat can teach us a lot about true freedom.
“I delight to do Your will, O my God; Your Law is within my heart.”