Blessing of God’s Cat

A few days ago I was installing new maps I created and designed at an Oratory in a Texas Panhandle cemetery. A cold, brisk wind was blowing and I was doing the job by myself of hanging six maps. The Oratory has two glass paneled boxes with dimensions of 56” x 38”. The glass panels themselves are supported by two aluminum pieces to prop them open.

I was struggling against the wind, as well as the heaviness of the glass panels to get the aluminum pieces in place. The glass panels are at least 40 – 50 lbs each. In my frustration, I started cussing and then making apologies to God because I was in a cemetery. But as soon as I got one aluminum piece in place the other would pop out. This went on for a while. So, unfortunately, the use of bad words continued.

God's Cat

Then a miracle happened. I started hearing a meowing. I have been in that cemetery on and off many times for over year and have never seen a cat or a dog. Around the northern brick, corner emerged a gorgeous blue-eyed babe who started going in and out around my feet and purring loudly. That small four-footed miracle put a stop to my cussing and ended my frustrations. She is what I needed to finish my job.

She was like a little dog following my every move. I stopped to love her and she just purred loudly. As I continued my work, she kept meowing like she was talking to me to keep me unruffled as I was fighting the wind to install the maps. This babe kept getting so close that I even stepped on her tail a couple of times and she never said a word. She just looked up at me like “It’s ok, I’m here for you. Don’t worry about me, you didn’t hurt me.”

I see this blue-eyed babe as God’s interjection into my life that cold, blustery morning as a sign that he is always near and will bless us with what we need even though we may not realize we need a blessing.

Photograph – © Christena Stephens Photography

 

Remembering Mary

Remembering Mary

On a beautiful September evening, I came across this tombstone with the only inscription of “Mary”.  The simplicity of the gravestone is what caught my eye.  As I was kneeling to take this photo the sun was shining with an evening glow. Then my heart stopped when I heard what I describe as a loud “whomp, whomp, whomp, whomp, whomp.”

The sound was from a crow’s wings flying close over my head.  Then a crow feather from the bird dropped to the ground near this tombstone.  The crow finally ended up in trees about 500 yards away cawing endlessly.  While most people would look at this as a spooky, ghostly occurrence, I didn’t… It was a memorable moment for when I captured this photograph.

Photograph – © Christena Stephens Photography