Two “Fisher-Cats” Who Take Care Of Me

He said to them, “Come after me, and I will make you fishers of men.” At once they left their nets and followed –Matthew 4: 19-20

Fishermen,–well, today, I’d rather call them fisherpersons–are very patient but persistent persons. I’m thankful that I don’t need to rely on “catching” my daily dinner in this part of the world. I fall very short in those two attributes on a daily basis.

Now, the “fisher-cats” I live with are a different story. They are relentless in their pursuit of “catching” even the smallest gnat flying around the room. Susie and Delia sit statue-still for hours in dawn’s early stillness atop Michael’s mound on the bed, waiting for him to come to life and scoop out whatever the day’s canned morning catch.

“Fisher-cats” are natural fly fishers. I am not.

And as much as I admire the very patient and the very persistent. Laud the determined and diligent souls surrounding me. I seek the most imperfect examples of God’s love to follow.

“Imperfect” is really a divine design.

God’s net is wide and God’s embrace even larger.

How else could I have been “caught” by such lovely “fisher-cats” who have taken such good care of me?