Prayin' him home

Well, the cat came back. He disappeared yesterday morning and, in our farm environment, could easily have met unfriendly coyotes nearby. We didn't want to think about that.

He is our son's cat, named for a Bionicle and generally unfriendly to us adults. But we still prayed for him last night at bedtime.

Within 5 minutes of that prayer, I looked out the back door and there he was, darting through the light with nervous eyes. He was glad to come in.

The best part, though, was how our son declared shortly afterwards, "See what happens when you pray?"

He noticed what happens and that was worth the whole adventure.