‘I Can’t Live Without Him!’ She Meant Her Cat. She Really Meant Jesus.

By Nancy Flory Published on April 22, 2021

In the morning darkness, my neighbor called out frantically for her cat. “I can’t find my cat!” she cried to me. “Salem, Salem!” My heart went out to her, but I needed to get ready for work.

“Is this opportunity from You?” I prayed silently. My husband and I had been praying that God would give us opportunities to show His love to others. 

I felt the Holy Spirit say yes. 

By the Porch Sobbing

I found her by her front porch sobbing, looking up and down the length of her home and under the stairs. “I’ll die if I don’t find him!” she cried. “I can’t live without him!” I told her I would help her look. It was difficult to see anything, but I went around the back of the house and looked around. No Salem. “Here kitty kitty!” I said. I didn’t know if he came for that, but I did it anyway.

After a short time, I told her I was going to get a flashlight and I would be right back. By this time my 7-year-old son was awake. He wanted to help, too. We grabbed two flashlights and hurried outside. He and I walked the entire block, but saw only one cat — not the right one. By the time we rounded the corner to come back, I heard her yelling. “Nancy, I found him!” 

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He was in the crawl space under her home. Way in the back. She asked me to stand by the opening and she would try to shoo him toward me from an opening at the back of the house. It worked, but he was much too fast for me to catch. He slipped away. I hugged her. I told her it would be okay. “No, it won’t!” she sobbed.

She crawled under the house but Salem was nowhere to be seen. I told her I needed to get ready for work and get Caleb ready for the bus. But I would ask my husband to come help when he got up. She was frantic, hysterical even, but said “okay.”

My Heart Hurts

My husband did go help. She hadn’t calmed down. “She was going under the house,” he told me. “She’s going on the whole time about how she will never be able to sleep or eat again or ever be the same again.”

And he awoke and rebuked the wind and said to the sea, ‘Peace! Be still!’ And the wind ceased, and there was a great calm (Mark 4:39)

My heart hurts. How could I help her? The thought crossed my mind that without a spiritual anchor, she’s right — she won’t be okay. She will be drifting. She may crash against the rocks. I also hurt because I know what I felt like without my anchor that is Christ. I’ve had many days where all I could do was hold on for dear life. Sometimes the only word I could say was “Jesus.”

Hebrews 6:19-20 says “This certain hope of being saved is a strong and trustworthy anchor for our souls, connecting us with God himself behind the sacred curtains of heaven, where Christ has gone ahead to plead for us from his position as our High Priest.” Christ is my trustworthy anchor. 

My son knocked on her door after school yesterday, but there was no answer. We do not know if she found Salem. I do know Who she needs. Only Jesus can anchor us in the middle of our storms. I plan to see her soon and pray I can continue to share God’s love with her and let her know about the anchor I’ve found. The anchor that always holds. 

 

Nancy Flory is an associate editor at The Stream. You can follow her @NancyFlory3, and follow The Stream @Streamdotorg.

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