I heard a kitten crying frantically, and found it hiding under a dumpster.
I wanted to help it.
It was lost, and alone, and terrified.
So I got a bowl of milk and tried to lure it out. Spilled some on the ground for it to smell.
It still wouldn’t come near me.
I sat and waited and spilled more milk. Tried to get it closer to the kitten so it would know what it was missing.
After quite a while, I realized it wouldn’t come out without some persuasion.
I went to the other side and lightly pushed a stick under the dumpster so the kitten would run toward the milk.
Instead, it ran to the side, slipped around the corner, and darted to the nearest building.
Leaving reason behind, I followed it with my barely-any bowl of milk.
It kept crying, and I kept trying to get closer, but it saw me as a threat and refused to be held.
Sometimes, we keep crying, and God keeps trying to come closer, but we see Him as a threat and refuse to be held.
Sometimes, God allows things in our lives in order to help us run to Him, but all we see are big scary sticks so we run the other direction.
Sometimes God’s heart breaks as He offers life to one lonely, lost, and forgotten, and help is refused.
As He bends down to search for us and replaces reason with compassion.
Sometimes, the most merciful thing God can do is to trap us in a corner to save us from ourselves.
“Therefore, I will hedge up her way with thorns, and I will build a wall against her, so that she cannot find her paths.” -Hosea 6:2