God Hears Her 40-Day Devotional Journal

I often talk about love very casually. Whether it’s food, a new activity, or someone’s cute dress, I’ll throw around love without thinking much about the magnitude of what I’m saying. How often do we stop to think about what we really mean when we say we love something, though?

“A bruised reed he will not break” (Isaiah 42:3).

Our Norwegian Forest cat Mystique, who has long impossibly soft, black fur and big, yellow eyes, is a little princess. She loves cuddles, belly rubs, getting brushed, and falling asleep on my lap every evening (also picking fights with our other cat Heathcliff whenever he gets the attention she craves). She’s so at home in her life with my husband and me that it’s sometimes easy to forget what she was like when I first met her years ago as an underweight, malnourished street cat with tangled fur. She was too skittish to be touched, just brave enough to beg for food that she’d eat while keeping a cautious eye out for any threat coming too close.