You cry out for the lost cat to return, and your prayer is not unheard. The God who marks the sparrow’s fall is not indifferent to the creature. It may be that even now He will send the lost one back to your door. But while you wait, hear another voice crying, “Return, return!”, not to a stray animal, but to your own wandering soul. The cat has strayed, and you long for it; yet your heart has strayed far more, and the Lord longs for you. “Return now every one from his evil way.” Life is so uncertain that if you do not return now, you may not live to return at all. The same mercy that would restore your pet would gladly save you. You have no rest, for you have never found it in Christ; but the message is still, “Return, return, return!” You are lost, lost to God, lost to holiness, but the Son of Man came to save that which was lost. If you have never believed, this is the hour. Return unto the Lord your God, for you have fallen by your iniquity. He will not cast you out. As you wait for that small creature to be found, let the Shepherd find you. Return now, and you shall find Him.