Drinking from the saucer

By Jan Davis
Special to The PREVIEW
Those pesky weeds in the flowerbed demanded my full attention. So, intent on winning the battle of the weeds, I overlooked the stray kitten hidden under a mulberry bush. The teeniest meow broke my concentration as I drew closer to his hiding place.
The ball of gray fur curled up tight and frightened big green eyes stared out from beneath the shrub. I knelt further down to coax the little guy to come out from hiding. The kitten stayed put and didn’t so much as twitch an ear.
I decided to try a different approach. With the promise to return, I hurried inside to retrieve a small saucer of warm milk. I placed the bowl within the kitten’s reach and waited. The baby cat’s nose picked up the scent of food and he began to sneak forward. Crouched over the dish, with his ears arched for any sound of danger, he licked the plate clean.
Days of living on his own reflected in his demeanor and frail body. Shy and fearful of humans, he found safety in his hideout. I stared at his ribs as they protruded from the frail frame and moved with every slow sip of milk.
With a full tummy, he hunched back into the shrubs and closed his eyes. I finished the yard work in Little-bit’s flowerbed, a name befitting of his size. His soft, gentle purrs brought music to my ears.
Over the next few days, Little-bit’s confidence and trust grew. A nice little roll around the midriff now covered his ribs. Before long, he greeted me at the edge of the yard for his meal. When finished, he wound between my legs before heading to the safety of his hideaway.
Little-bit became my constant companion whenever I worked outside. As the fall nights grew cooler and winter approached, I created him a new home inside my garage to protect him from the unpredictable weather in Oklahoma.
Little-bit experienced freedom to roam whenever the back door opened. When closed, he found comfort and warmth sheltered from the outside elements safe within my protective love and care.
My relationship with Christ reminds me a lot of Little-bit’s and mine. Christ found me lost, alone and afraid. Because of His love and patience, I entered into His presence and found peace and comfort whenever I drank from His saucer of Living Water. As I drank, I learned to trust Him. Under His careful eye, I began to flourish and my self-confidence grew.
Every morning, I dipped my dish into His Living Water. The refreshing water quenched my thirst and met all my needs.
I drank from an overflow of the unconditional love of my Heavenly Father. His Holy Spirit made me strong in my weakness. A bowl of His joy turned depression into laughter. His peace poured into every situation.
Jesus met all my needs as I drank from His saucer of provision. Before I laid my head down to sleep, I took one more sip and reflected on His goodness and faithfulness. At the end of each day, His mercy and grace covered the memories of one more day with Jesus as my loving master. When I woke in the morning, another bowl of His refreshing water awaited me.
Because of Jesus, my plate remains full and running over.
“But whosoever drinks of the water that I shall give him shall never thirst; but the water that I shall give him shall be in him a well of water springing up into everlasting life.” — John 4:14.
I love you, but Jesus loves you more.

This story was posted on August 9, 2018.