Most of the time I am super excited about what God has for me in England.

Sometime however, I am overcome with questions and angst about how it all is going to come together.

Last night, right in the middle of it, was one of those times.

The enormity of how much is supposed to get done in two months’ time, just plain freaked me out, so I turned to God and asked that He please calm my fears and give me peace.

I then heard a noise and turned my head to find my daughters cat (who was inches from my face) staring at me.

I picked her up and plopped her on my lap. She started purring instantly and fluffing me up before laying down.

This would not be remarkable except that this cat has never liked me. This cat loves my children but what usually happens when I pick her up is that she immediately scrambles to get away.

As I pet her and her purrs grew louder my fears grew smaller.

So why did God send me a cat in the middle of the night?

While it is true that God sent me the cat to calm my fears, and bring me peace.

The real answer is that God sent me the cat because He loves me.

Photo= Lisa Cline

P.S. that pic is of the actually cat….her name is Marshmallow