Slam! Sitting in my bedroom, I heard to door across the hall close. Then I heard, somewhat quietly, “Meow, meow.” I got up to investigate. My house is small, and it doesn’t take many steps cross the hall. But in that short time, the quiet meow crescendos to a frenzy of “Meow! Me-e-ow! Me-e-o-o-w! Me-e-e-o-o-o-o-w!!!” My cat had done what he is prone to do, closed a door and shut himeself into a room where he didn’t want to be. He couldn’t get himself out. He needed help.
It struck me I am a lot like my cat. I sometimes find myself stuck in a place I don’t like. Frozen in a negative frame of mind. Mired in bad feelings. Unable to break a bad habit. Locked in a room where I closed the door on myself. I need the help of my Father to get out, to get free. I need to cry out to Him. And when I do, He comes. He sets me free.