Here’s my miracle story. And because it has to do with Mr. Kitty who is a cat and because I hate cats, this is especially meaningful to me.
All week long I’ve had this awful ache in my back and my legs that simply refused to leave and got worse and worse each day. I woke up this morning and couldn’t do anything but get back in bed and lay flat on my back. At the foot of the bed was Mr. Kitty enjoying the fluff and softness of my down comforter. I wished aloud “If only I could train the cat to walk up and down my legs.”
A few minutes later, Mr. Kitty crawled over and lay himself across both my achy legs. And he stayed there without moving for more than half hour! Mr. Kitty has never used my bony legs as a cushion; he prefers nice flabby bellies or fluffy down. So to me, this was a miracle.
But for the doubters out there rolling their eyes, hers’s what happened next. About 20 minutes into my kitty massage, I wanted less weight on my right leg and more on my left. But I didn’t want to move and spook the cat–you know, just in case this was a fluke and not a miracle.
And just at the very moment, Mr. Kitty (whom I have been lovingly addressing as Jesus’ Kitty today) shifted his weight to meet my therapeutic needs. A miracle, indeed!