This is Sophie.
Feline of the house.
If anything in my routine of life
is going to remind me
to nurture my relationship
after the kids are in bed,
Sophie finds me.
She rubs against me.
She paws at my arm,
until I have no other option
but to pay attention to her;
to love on her.
And every single time she does this,
have I sought God out today?
Have I taken time with Him?
Have I allowed Him to love on me?
Oh to be as consistent as my cat
in seeking the attention of Abba.
How lovely is your dwelling place, Lord Almighty!
My soul yearns, even faints, for the courts of the Lord;
my heart and flesh cry out for the living God.