Davy the cat decided to leave the daffodils behind and
venture from the yard for longer than ever before. Inside we prayed and peered out windows; outside we jingled keys and called. But for a day and a half, Davy
stayed away. Then one morning someone spied a chipmunk; I said that I wished it
were Davy instead. Suddenly, the announcement rang out: “He’s HOME!” Slowly,
Davy waddled his way back into our lives—an answer to prayer that filled the
May morning with joy!
Compared to some circumstances, a missing pet meandering
his way home may seem like a little thing, but thankfully God cares about the
small stuff as well as the big.
