Almost every evening I sit down in my recliner, put Hank in my lap, and let him have the freedom to run up and down my arms, across my shoulders, behind my back. He looks over the edge of the chair arm and I just know someday he is going to get away from me, but I don’t have a cat. Hank seems to trust me. After last night, I am not sure he should!
I bought Hank shortly after Christmas. It is cold in my recliner, so I cover it with an old electric blanket and I sit on it instead of under it—except for last night. When Hank did his little journey behind my back he did not come to the other side. Instead, he snooped around and went between the seat and the arm cushion. He had never seen such a place before since it was always covered.
Gently I raised out of the chair and felt around for him. When I touched him, he moved away. Now he was further than ever. Very carefully, I tipped the chair on its back and miraculously Hank fell out. He just sat there in a stupor. Poor little Hank Hamster. For some reason, Hank doesn’t want me to pick him up today. We are going to have to work on this trust issue again.
Unlike God, I was not careful with my pet hamster. God is always careful and always watching. He sees every sparrow fall, (Matthew 12:29) and knows how many steps I take per day, (Job 14:16) and He knows the number of hairs on my head! (Matthew 12:30) While I felt the blame for not protecting Hank, God knew Hank better than I do! Why in the world should I be unnecessarily concerned about anything?