We had an interesting visitor in our driveway the other day – a 3-legged bobcat!
The poor critter probably got caught in a trap, and thus, lost half of a front leg. He was all healed and functioning quite well in spite of his handicap, however. As a matter of fact, he’d – wisely – come looking for a free breakfast, hoping that Jim had tossed yet another dead mouse into the woods, a tasty morsel to start out his day.
Mr. Bobcat has made me do a lot of thinking of late. How many friends, family members…people in general…do you know who DON’T have scars of some kind or another that they’re learning to live with? Do we turn a blind eye to them, hoping the hurts will just go away or at least not affect us? Or do we have the courage to look them in the eye, love them in whatever “language” they need it in, and point them to the God of all hope?
What “tasty morsel” has God given you today that you can pass on to some other hurting soul?