"Kitty", who has access to our house and the neighbors (which is another story in and of itself), was caught red pawed in my garbage tonight. I wasn't upset at him but a little shocked that he wanted my garbage instead of the feast inside. I don't know if finishing the story would take away from some of the magic but I need to illustrate.
I couldn't help but make the connection between "kitty" and myself in terms of my relationship with God. I feel like "kitty" when I get caught sneaking around God's best digging through the left overs when the smell of a 7 course feast is just behind the partially open door. If "kitty" only knew that he were a full bread Siamese - he would never wonder if he were accepted in my home. If only we knew that when God looks on us that He only sees Jesus and that every thing in God's kingdom is at our disposal.
1 Peter 2:9 - But you are a chosen people, a royal priesthood, a holy nation, a people belonging to God, that you may declare the praises of him who called you out of darkness into his wonderful light.