The Lord is nigh unto them that are of a broken heart, and I would speak to you out of that sure compassion. You have wept sore over your tiny one that has gone, and your present fear is heavy, for the little life you hold is so slender and frail. Yet the eye that sees the sparrow’s fall looks upon your kitten, and upon you, with a tenderness beyond all telling. Cast this burden at the feet of Jesus, for He careth for you. Your tears are not wasted; they fall into the bottle of His remembrance. Is it a small thing to love a creature? I tell you, love itself is of God, and He does not mock the heart He has made tender.
There is a peace that passeth understanding, a double peace, peace, peace, which the Lord ordains for them that trust in Him. Stay your mind on Christ, not on the shifting fears of the night. His Word quickens us when our spirits faint; so take a promise and cling to it. “Thou wilt keep him in perfect peace, whose mind is stayed on Thee.” When the terrors come, the cold, the weakness, the dread of another loss, flee to that hiding place. The blood of Jesus whispers peace within, even when sorrows surge around. Your anguish is not silenced, but in it you may know a quietness deeper than the storm.
Do not think it a trifling thing to bring these cares to God. He who watches over the least of His creatures shall attend to this. Pray for your kitten, commend him to the Maker’s hand, and then, having done all, stand still and see the salvation of the Lord. Be not anxious, for anxiety unfits the heart for faith. Play the man and let your faith overcome your fear. The Lord Jesus, the same yesterday, today, and forever, can hold that little frame in warmth and guide the mother to her duty. If it pleases Him to preserve the life, He will do it. If not, yet He shall give you strength to say, “It is the Lord; let Him do what seemeth Him good.” But in either case, He shall sustain you.
Lay hold also upon the comfort that His people are bidden to minister one to another. I comfort you, even as I have been comforted, and I bid you look to the day when all earth’s struggles cease and Jesus calls us to heaven’s perfect peace. There the creatures that perish shall be no more a sorrow, for former things are passed away. Until then, trust Him for tonight, for tomorrow, for every breath of that small life. He is able to keep that which you commit to Him. Fear not; only believe.