I like animals. Especially small animals. I am currently in possession of two illegal kittens (my land lord would piss himself- good thing we have a litter box for such occasion). The black one has literally stolen my heart and I want to keep her pretty much forever. But they leave in a week. And my best friend is afraid/allergic so I'd have to take back the tye dye house key I gave her.

Anyways... I love love love it when they fall asleep on me. I though about at least a thousand analogies revolving around their small warm bodies breathing deeply against my (much) larger human frame. Content. The twist is that I probably love it more than they do when they fall asleep on me. I get excited when I'm sitting on the recliner reading and one of them begins the ascent up my leg and onto my lap. I want them to feel safe- because they are so small and I am so capable of protecting them. I love them (judge me- whatevs, I have a soft spot) and they could claw the bajeezus out of my arm and I would still let them sleep on my lap.

So I was talking to my friend about how we don't really grasp how transcendent God's love for us is. We are so convinced that our transgressions will overcome that Love and so we choose to reject God's warm, omniscient lap for the drafty guilt and wonder why we get so tired from not sleeping. I mean on one level its insulting that we think we have the power to cause God to reject his very nature in favor of the lightning bolt fisted wrath alternative we create in our minds. God will not become antithetical to Godself so that we can feel justified in our self-loathing. Seriously.

I think God digs it when we turn around after all that silly "God can never love a sinner like me." and climb back into his metaphorical lap.