"Mew. Mew." The doors and windows were closed. Why could I still hear Cyndi's tiny cries?
I turned and there she was. Spread-eagled against the screen, crying pitifully and hanging on by her claws as she pulled herself heavily up the screen door. She was inadvertently locked between the two doors when I took out the trash.
As sorry a sight as she was, I laughed. Now I know what Crystal looked like from the other side of the screen when he was locked between the same two doors. Only he's a full-grown tomcat and there was barely room for him to stand. I don't know how long he stood on tiptoe, but ever since he moves quickly when the door starts to close.
But what struck me funny is that for one crazy moment I could see myself in that predicament — trapped between two doors and unable to free myself. Later I realized that's exactly where I am at present — trapped between two doors awaiting rescue. I've done all I can humanly do about the circumstances and I've turned them over to God.
We have all been there. Hemmed in by circumstances beyond our control or sometimes of our own making, able to see there's no one around to rescue us, but unable to go forward, back up, or turn around. It's a terrifying place to be ... unless we have hope.
The eyes of the LORD are on the righteous and his ears are attentive to their cry. A righteous man may have many troubles, but the Lord delivers him from them all. (Psalm 34:15, 19 NIV)
(The Lord) rescued me because he delighted in me. (Psalm 18:19b NIV)
I opened a door for Cyndi, and I trust God will open a door for me.