The month of September for me was a learning curve in many ways. I took in more kittens than I intended to-I saw the passing of some great older feline friends, and God brought me to my knees several times a day every day of the month.

My great grand-baby was born and she spent time in the Newborn ICU as they struggled for answers to her seizures. My grand-daughter is getting married to a boy she barely knows and life goes on in an almost uncertain pattern. So these family members are now centered in our prayers.

I reached my quota of spay certificates this year (already!) Which is a good thing and a bad thing, because I have made a difference in the lives of some kittens who have either been adopted out or they will soon be (God willing and the creek don’t rise). But, I still have eight kittens here needing to be neutered and like so many families who are struggling with finances, ours are tight as a drum. I will not even put these kittens up for adoption until they are spayed. I remain part of the solution not more of the problem.

My foot is still giving me fits- the holistic worked for only a few days and then I was back again on my knees giving my foot to Jesus on a daily basis. I will go and see my primary care doctor on the 20th to get his opinion of what to do.

I wonder, when they stopped being a family doctor and turned into a primary care physician? Why you have to make an appointment and then wait weeks sometimes even months to get in to see them?

I see farms around us being swallowed up in foreclosure as good, honest, hard-working folk are unable to make the payments on equipment, land or homes. The younger generation even those willing to put in all the work and sweat to help produce crops are seeing there is no longer profit to do so. They are being seduced by greedy land developers who want to go in and build strip-malls, storage units and take rich valuable soil and concrete it over. So I pray for a change in the market prices and marvel still at the one farm still standing who is paid to grow pumpkins every year, then paid to plow them under? What sense is that I wonder?

I no longer take Brook to the woods to walk her. The trees have long been chopped down and hauled away and the place resembles a graveyard, not a woodsy forest where I used to see owls, deer, coyote and other critters on an almost daily basis.

So, as I wonder where we are headed next I continue to ask God to let me hear Him. To cancel out all the noise and distraction and listen to that still, voice inside. The ultimate GPS. He knows where I am headed, He has known it all along.

As kittens play at my feet and McGee chases my fingers across this keyboard and tries to bite them when they come to rest, I have to wonder- Where will these kittens end up? In a loving home is my hope and although there is enough love to go around this home- it isn’t the ideal place for them. Their cuteness needs to be spread around so they can give to others what they freely give to us; laughter, smiles and a whole lot of love.

This morning in my In Bin there was an email from a gal named Oksana. Her and her hubby adopted Muddy from me early this year. He is an older cat and I was glad to see that they had no aversions to taking a older kitty. After he left, there were so many emails about how he was hiding under the bed, and didn’t want to be petted or loved. It took some time on my part to break through to Oksana and I kept urging her to just let him be. Not to pull him out from under the bed because she had a bad day and she wanted a “kitty hug.”

She finally said she “got it” and then there were no more emails from her. I worried, but gave him to God and asked Him to keep Muddy safe and give Oksana understanding of what to do.

So here is Muddy with his new pal TJ and it gives me such a glad heart to share this with you. I’ve had Muddy since he was 3 weeks old- he is now 6 years old. I miss him every day but he is in the place he needs to be and he is adjusting well.