Still running for the cheese (or why this blog still exists)

As my regular readers can tell, this has been a dry year for me. Just look at the number of posts this year vs. 2008! Awhile back, I had considered either shutting down the Maze, or starting a new blog that would more accurately reflect where I am in life now. Truth be told, sometimes I come here, look around, and feel distinctly hypocrytical about the things I want to write. I'm sure I'm not the only one to ever be in that kind of place.
As the time in between posts has grown longer, I came to realize something. Without the past years' material, where I am now makes very little sense. What good is the destination without the journey? As Christians, so much of the best stuff that happens to us is in the times God is molding us to His image. To throw away the evidence of that process would somehow cheapen the result, I think.
So, here we are, dear friends. I think my little mousie may just have rounded a corner finally. Some things will change around here to reflect the changes in my heart. And you know what? That's ok. As much as I typically rage against anything changed in my life, I'm learning to accept the God-given ones. My prayer is that some of you may be encouraged by what you read here. Hey, you may even be challenged. And of course, if you know me, then you know you always stand a good chance of being offended too. Not intentionally, to be sure! Just know that what you find as you wander this Maze with me may surprise you as much as it does me.

All that to say this:


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Sunday, January 18, 2009

A call in the night

I don't know about others, but I've always dreaded this scenario. The phone rings in the dead of the night. The tears, the sirens, and the words:
"There was a fire..."
Well, that was my reality tonight. Sobbing
My mother called just after 10pm with those very words. And as much as I don't get along with my younger brother, my heart dropped into my stomach just then. Oh Lord. Did my brother make it out? What exactly happened?
They both got out, although the rear of the building was engulfed in flames. My next thought, cat lover that I am, was for their 3 kittehs. My mother informed me that only 2 of them were saved.
God in Heaven above, I know that's not a reason for tears, but I wept. Hysterically. Praising God for keeping my family alive, and yet grieving for what their reality would soon become. I knew it hadn't hit them yet.
Mom asked me to call the Red Cross and find out what I could. Meanwhile, I asked my friends and sisters in Christ for prayer. Silly as it may seem, God indeed hears even our smallest prayers.
Shortly thereafter, Mom called back. A fireman found my brother's cat Guiness. She was alive!
God heard our call in the night.

Til next squeak,








Pondered by Mrs. P. at 2:22 AM
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3 Squeaks from the Maze:

The Lazy Vegan said...

I hear you on the kitties, Mrs. P. I love "furbabies," too, and I'm so glad your brother's little guy is okay. That's not a small thing to ask for at all, IMO. :-)

January 19, 2009 at 3:23 PM
Laurie said...

Oh wow! My heart started pounding just imagining yours. I will pray!

January 19, 2009 at 4:32 PM
Mrs. P. said...

Yeah, it was quite a night. They are staying in a hotel for now, but will be moving to a new apartment soon.

January 20, 2009 at 6:05 PM

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