Our adorable little tuxedo cat is a good teacher. It's hard to ignore her when she wants breakfast before sun up. Her tenacity in getting what she wants is inspiring and it works. If jumping up on my stomach and laying down to rest, purring loudly against my face doesn't stir me, I feel the gentle touch of her paw on my cheek. Followed by a wet lick on my nose. If that doesn't work, she gets more aggressive, taking a running leap and charging the covers. Mostly though, she is loving in her quest to be fed. With droopy eyes, I'm grateful that this little ball of fur is helping me start the day with a smile on my face. It's hard to be angry when showered with adoration and affection. In the end love does conquer all as I stumble in the dark to get her breakfast.
I could take a lesson from her when seeking the guidance of the Holy Spirit. Be persistent. Keep at it through the day, inviting that loving Presence into everything I do and say. What a difference a day could make.