It has been one year since our beloved cat, Cleo, died. My son picked her out of a litter on Memorial Day weekend at a party. He had been asking for a pet but I kept saying no because as a single parent I didn't want the responsibility of a pet added to my to-do list. I must have been in a particularly good mood that day because when my son came into the room asking if he could have one of the 8 week-old kittens, I spontaneously said yes. After all those no's, my son said he could hardly believe his ears and went running back out of the room before I could change my mind. I remember looking at the litter and liking a different kitten than my son did, but it was to be his pet and I let him have the final say. It turned out to be little Cleo with the spot on her nose. She was one of the best yes's I have ever said.
How many times have I said no to something and not experienced the joy or experience the yes would have brought me? How many times have I said no to God when He so wanted to bless me with a yes?
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