Do you have any beloved pets at your house? How Kathy sweet-talked her father into having a second cat in the house eight years ago is beyond me (but of course, I loved it!). She found Davy at the Humane Society, a tiny kitten someone had left in a shopping cart. He had ear mites and runny eyes…definitely in need of mothering, and our 21-year-old daughter was just the young woman for the job. She named him Davy Crockett because he seemed skiddish around people and ran like a jet everywhere he went, but soon enough he recovered from his (probable) abuse background and got very comfy in his new surroundings. When he first came to us, he’d mew in the morning for company, so I’d tie the arms of a sweater into a big knot around my neck and tuck him into the folds like a little papoose. He’d cuddle up and sleep like a baby until Kathy woke up and was ready to take over. His skin cleared up and his coat was as soft as bunny fur. Helearned to play nicely with Abby (who took him right in as the youngest memberof the pack, and before long he made friends with all the animals in the house,with full rights to lounge on top of Dad and Mom’s bed, just like everybody else!In fact, pretty soon he was pretty much making himself at home wherever he jolly well pleased, even in the bread basket. One of his favorite pass times waschasing his tail, although he also chased all small, furry grey objects and became an unerring and deadly mouse trap, keeping our house rodent free! Davy was a cat of many talents and occupied first chair in piano as well as joining our familyband, subbing for us on the drums when neither Daniel nor Joel were available.Being a true Armstrong, Dave became an avid reader, and although he wasn’t as academically inclined as some of us, his mind rested blissfully in high places…and he spent many, many hours on the computer. A highly educated owl, I think.Joel was a very patient friend and tutored him year after year in all the finerpoints about how to scratch out a living as a writer, and sometimes I’d find Davyup late at night still hard at work long after everybody else had gone to bed. I hadhigh hopes that Dave would become a full-time partner in my writing endeavors after Joel leaves for grad school this fall, but Davy Crockett had other plans thatI knew nothing about. What was he dreaming about? Can you guess? It took usall completely by surprise, but I will tell someday. Meanwhile, I was thinking about the national scandal concerning the Penn State coach convicted of abusing young boys. Did you know that nearly 1 in 3 women have suffered sexual abuse and that a very high number of boys are abused too (although the statistics are harder to obtain due to lack of reporting)? If you have been abused or live with or love someone who has, there’s an excellent book by Cecil Murphy, When A Man You Love Was Abused, that offers wise comfort and counsel. No matter what has happened in the past, like Davy Crockett, our lives can be redeemed and transformed by being adopted into the family of God. Our heavenly Father offers help, healing, and the grace to forgive. Life can become so happy that the past no longer haunts and hurts the present. He opens for us a door of hope!
“And I will give her her vineyards from there, and the valley of Achor for a door of hope: and she shall sing there, as in the days of her youth, and as in the day when she came up out of the land Egypt” [which for the Israelites was symbolic of bondage] (Hosea 2:15).