Hurt and bleeding, the little kitty somehow managed to crawl to a gas station where a mechanic tried to help her. Realizing that her needs were beyond his abilities, he called an angel who came and took the kitty to a vet. They cauterized the open wound on what remained of her leg. In addition to the immediately obvious, her mouth was badly infected which they treated and in the process, had to remove some teeth. No one knows the precise details of what happened to the kitty but one thing was obvious, someone chopped off part of her leg in the process. This little girl would require extended physical and emotional care, for which we volunteered.
We named her Sophie and she spent the next several weeks of her recovery and acclimation in a large cage where she was safe and warm. For the longest time we couldn’t go near her without her hissing and throwing a fit so we covered the cage with a blanket to help her feel more secure and little by little, we raised the blanket until she was comfortable watching us watch her.
No one wants anything to do with a cat like Sophie, damaged and laden with emotional baggage but we knew that she had gotten that way through no fault of her own. It would take a lot of love over a very long period of time to bring her back around. For weeks we cared for her, speaking gently, comforting this sweet little kitty with the sad eyes and there were so many questions swirling in my head.
How many of them held her down when they cut off her leg?
Did they laugh as she screamed?
What thoughts were going through her mind?
Did she pray for death?
Did God cry?
Hurt by hurt, Sophie’s life would be forever changed.
Sophie has been with us now for a few years and she still won’t let us pet her but that’s okay. That would be a gift from her to us and it isn’t necessary. We are rewarded every day seeing her so happy as she bounds up and down the hallway and plays with the other kitties. Sophie’s old life was forcefully taken from her but with a little help and a lot of love she has a new one. No one will ever hurt her again.
The Missus and I were at a restaurant one evening for dinner and an older lady was seated at the table across the aisle from us. She ordered one plain baked potato. That would be her entire dinner. Her head was bowed low as she glanced around nervously to see if anyone might be watching. When her potato arrived, she put a little butter on it, cut the center away from the skin and chopped that up, periodically glancing around. She appeared to be embarrassed and I was very discreet when I would observe. She retrieved a small plastic bag from her purse, spooned the chopped potato into it and rolled that between her fingers, mashing it into a mush. When she was satisfied with the consistency, she bowed her head further, lifted the bag and bit a hole in the corner. Then she proceeded to squeeze bits of mashed potato into her mouth, work it over and swallow, still glancing around. When she was done eating, she pulled out a coin purse and carefully counted out enough change to pay for her meal.
This woman wasn’t born into the position she was in but hurt by hurt she ended up where she is and there seemed to be no way out. My heart broke as I considered this woman’s lot in life and I prayed for her. You don’t know her either but now you know a little about her. Would you pray for her, please?
Everyone has chapters in their book that they leave out when they tell their story.
There are things in my past that even my wife doesn’t know about and things in hers that I will never know, questions we never ask and no one will be the wiser for it. Hurt by hurt, our lives have been changed but we have not been destroyed and we are not alone.
On the surface your life may appear to be running smoothly. People think you are happy, healthy and you have everything that you could possibly want or need but they can’t see what lies behind the veil. There are things you will never discuss. The recollection of such would cause great pain so you keep them buried. But this one thing I do know, when you were violated and hurt, God cried.
The Lord is near to those who have a broken heart, And saves such as have a contrite spirit. (Ps 34.18)
God loves you so much and He will heal you one hurt at a time.
Heal me, LORD, and I will be healed; save me and I will be saved, for you are the one I praise.
Hurt by hurt
The painful memories waiting in line
Hurt by hurt
You heal them all one hurt at a time