A half dead kitten and Oral Roberts are forever linked in my mind. What do these two have in common? Just hang in here with me. I have always been fond of cats. At this point I am without one but consider myself "in between" cats. God made all creatures and I have a soft heart toward animals.
When I was young child I always had several. As a matter of fact my cats reproduced frequently thus providing me with all the kittens and cats that I desired. They all had carefully chosen names and were cared for quite well.
This story goes back to when I was about 8 years old. One of my cats had just had kittens and they were always bad about lying on the front porch. All 12 (plus) of them. Now they were not allowed inside the house (officially) but on occasion I would sneak one in, wrap them up and play dolls with them. Cats don't know how to "sneak" in the house so they were confused and thought that they always belonged inside our warm home even though I warned them about breaking the rules. They waited anxiously near the entrance.
Every time my mother would open the front screen door they all came running in. She had mastered the art of "cat removal" from our home. She would scoop up a cat up with one hand, fling one mid air with the other hand, throwing them out one by one into the front yard. She did this just as hard and fast as she could. It was quite an art! I'm sure that our next door neighbors got a good laugh watching our "flying cats" It always amazed me that the cats always landed on their feet.
One particular day one of my kittens decided to nap on the back porch steps. Maybe it was a "backdoor" attempt to come inside. I'm not sure. This kitten was the runt of the litter, and only a few weeks old. Maybe it hadn't learned yet where the front door was.
My mama decided to go out back and as you can imagine, did not see this small kitten sleeping on the top step. As she proceeded to go out back her first step was right on top of the helpless kitten. There were 5 steps out back all together and my mama slid off that kitten like she had stepped on a banana peeling! She went every way but down. The poor kitten was doomed.
She didn't have the heart to break the news to me so the respectful thing was to locate the shovel. Mama knew that I'd be upset if we didn't give it a proper burial so after finding a spot in the designated "pet cemetery" we had out back she came inside to tell me about the kitten. She told me the calico was dying and that she had located the shovel to dig the grave. It was now breathing so slowly that it would soon die from it's internal injuries.
My heart was breaking. It was my favorite kitten, the runt, my beautiful calico. I couldn't believe what had happened. "God, what do I do? My kitten can't die!" I talked to God fast. We can't bury this kitten.
Now my mother had instilled two very important things into my life thus far:
Both were imbedded in my mind like a memory verse from vacation bible school. She had promised God that she would raise her children to know His Word and had done a good job of doing it. At 8 years old I knew about the healing hand of the Lord. God had healed my mother of multiple scleroses when I was just a baby and I had been told the story many times.
God had to heal my kitten now. I knew it with everything in me. Through two eyes full of tears I asked my mama if I could call the Oral Roberts prayer line and have them pray for God to heal my kitten! She said "What?" I can't imagine what went through her mind at that point but I think she realized that I was seeking God. She helped me find the phone number (we called them frequently) then she directed my brother to go finish digging the grave.
I wrapped the kitten in a washrag and placed it in a shoebox. I then dialed the prayer line telephone number. I could barely talk as I asked the prayer partner to pray for my kitten to live. It was not breathing by this point. After following the instructions given to me by the nice Christian lady on the phone I laid my hands on the "half dead" kitten as we prayed. I trusted God for a need at that point for the first time in my life. She asked me if I believed that God could heal my pet and I answered "yes". I remember saying " God made the animals so He can heal them too!"
My mother then took the phone and wanted to talk to the prayer counselor. She'd just taken the phone over when the miracle took place. That kitten stood up! Its little legs were weak but it stood up and tried to get out of that shoebox! (I wanted to tell it to run before my mama could get her hands on it again!) Just moments earlier it didn't breathe at all. It was a miracle! God answered my prayer!
Till this day my family remembers that "half dead " kitten and the phone call that was made in faith to the Oral Roberts prayer lines. That day the Lord personally increased my faith in prayer and in healing!
Song by D Renay Lee:
He Has Never Failed Me