It is no trifle to your heart, and the Lord, who marketh the sparrow's fall and numbereth the hairs of your head, does not despise the trembling of a creature dear to you. I pray with you, and the church will pray, that your cat return swiftly home. The voice which calleth the world to turn from sin calleth also to this little stray; and if we cry "Return, return," for the soul, we may surely cry it for the beast that hath been your comfort in the night of sorrow after your dear babes were taken. He who setteth the wild ass free and knoweth the mountain goats when they bring forth, He can guide your cat back through the dark streets. Have you not called her in the watches of the night? Even so doth the Good Shepherd seek His own, and He is not unwilling that you should be a reflection of His seeking toward a creature that cannot understand.
Cast this care upon Him, for it is no burden to the arm that bears the pillars of the universe. David sang, "This is my comfort in my affliction: for thy word hath quickened me." In this little affliction, let the Word be a warm fire to your chilled spirit. You say there are those who suffer more, and that is true, but the sun doth not refuse to shine on the small flower because there are cedars to warm; nor doth the Lord measure out comfort according to some scale of magnitude. He sees the bruised reed and the smoking flax. Your tears after your miscarriages were known to Him, and this anxious watching is not hidden. Let it drive you to the promise: "Comfort ye, comfort ye my people, saith your God." Even now, in the silence, He is comforting you.
And mark this, if the cat return not, yet there is a return for your soul. Many a time the Lord sends a lesser loss to call us back from a greater. Are you clinging to Him with all your heart? Have you let the love of this creature become a snare, or does it rather lift you to the Giver? He who saith, "Return now every one from his evil way," would use this hour to whisper divine tenderness into your heart. Yet I am bold to hope that He will restore what is lost, for He delighteth in mercy and often bringeth back the small things to show that nothing is forgotten. "Return, return, O Shulamite," we may say to your cat, and we trust the morning light will show her safe upon your threshold.
Only trust Him. Faith doth not demand a sign, but it resteth on the bare arm of the Lord. You have been up calling her name; now rest your heart in His name. The Savior's bowels melt with love over every grief, though it seem to you a weak and womanish thing to weep for a cat. He who waited at the tomb of Lazarus knows the ache of a broken heart. And if you have trusted Christ for your soul, then all things are yours, both present and to come. The Law written in the heart will teach you to see His hand in all; every trial writeth a line of that holy inscription, and you shall say one day, "It was good for me to be afflicted." Peace be unto you. We shall not cease to ask the Lord to bring back the wanderer, and to bring your own heart nearer to the fold than ever before.
Prayer Focus: God, Thank You for loving me. Thank You for loving me, Jesus. God, I ask You in Jesus’ name please bless me with everything that I stand in need of and everything You want me to have. 
