It was a pitiful sound, a mournful cry that drew me to its source. And there she was: a quivering, woefully skinny kitten, barely four weeks old, lost and alone, desperate for a home. So, of course, I took her to mine. That trembling hairball needed me. And, in many ways, I needed her. A few weeks earlier, our family cat, Butter, had been mauled by dogs. Butter’s death was hard to take. She was gorgeous, goofy, smart, hilarious, and a good snuggler. I still cry when I think of her.
The little orphan I rescued wasn’t gorgeous, but she was flea-infested. I couldn’t take her inside until she was devested of those critters. While my husband (sweet, servant-hearted guy that he is) drove to the overnight vet to get a flea pill, I fed the kitten and then bathed her in flea dip. Of course, she really looked pitiful then — soaking wet and shaking with cold and fear. I wrapped her in a warmed towel while I dashed inside to drag my old rocking chair out to the garage.
I cradled the kitten in my arms, right next to my heart so she could feel and hear the beat of it. Then I began to rock and softly sing ... “Amazing grace, how sweet the sound that saved a wretch like me. I once was lost but now I’m found, was blind but now I see.”
As I rocked and sang that song over and over to that dear kitten, I gently rubbed her nose. Soon her trembling ceased, and she fell asleep in my arms. I knew in that moment that I would call her Gracie, for she truly had been lost, but by God’s grace, was found. She found a home, and she found a place in my heart.
Gracie is now 10 years old — spunky and curious as, well, a cat! She likes to wake me up at 2 a.m. for a spontaneous game of “let’s rumble.” But all I have to do is hold her in my arms and hum “Amazing Grace.” She immediately snuggles next to my heart, sighs, and goes back to sleep. No other song will do. Isn’t that amazing?
I don’t know a thing about the feline brain, or its capacity to recognize a song, but I do know Gracie recognizes love when she hears it. And that’s what matters.
When I cuddle up with Gracie and sing “Amazing Grace,” it reminds me of how God must feel about you and me. After all, we, too, were once lost but His love found us. His love saved us when we were alone and desolate, covered in sin as thick as fleas. He pulled us close through His Son, Jesus, and every day He sings His amazing love song to us. In His arms, we are eternally safe and warm.
This week, let your life be a living example of amazing grace. Reach out to others who need you, those who are feeling lost and alone. Tell them God wants to wrap His arms around them and hold them close to His heart, secure in His eternal love. When your life is a sweet song, others will recognize love when they hear it. And that’s what really matters.