It's a Jeep Thing

My Explorer was in the shop this week, so I borrowed a Jeep Wrangler from a friend. Ted, a former co-worker, has taken a two-year assignment in Kenya and left his Jeep for my son to sell. Perfect timing with the needed repairs to my truck. With Ted's permission, I anxiously hopped behind the wheel of his Jeep.

Truth is I've really been chomping at the bit to drive a Jeep. I love driving a stick, and this 6-speed made my mouth water. Somehow, a Jeep is the ultimate carefree, exciting vehicle.... like at any moment you can jump off-road and head for the hills. Or take the top off and cruise without a care in the world!

It really was great fun to take to the road in the Jeep. It somehow has its own attitude. From the sharp look, to its ability to transform itself, to the tight transmission, to the "Jeep wave," owners know "It's a Jeep thing." Kinda enjoyed being a part of this exclusive club. And the ride itself was an adventure!

But, four days later, I realize I'm not as carefree as I had hoped. Missed my power windows. I can't remember the last time I had to crank the window down. And, what about climbing up into a Jeep Wrangler? Not the most graceful thing in 4-inch heels. And with a cold Ohio breeze whipping my face, what about remote entry? What... I have to dig for a key??!

So, the sporty Jeep is now parked in the drive, and a "For Sale" sign is soon to be posted. I'm content to have my trusty Explorer back, comfy pillow tucked behind my back. (Oh.... and no car payment!)

"Pepper"

About a month ago a sweet little tuxedo kitten peered into my porch window, and tugged at my heartstrings. Lots of cats hang near the house, but this one's boldness surprised me. He hopped right up on the porch chair and made his presence known, meowing until he got my attention.

Hesitantly, I softened to the little guy. First, I offered a bowl of catfood. Then, a pat on his head. Soon, I looked forward to his presence first thing in the morning. I'm not sure I've ever seen such a sweet natured kitty. It capped off my day to set him in my lap and listen to him purr.

Well today, the first view out of that same porch window was that little darling laying on the side of the road. He hadn't yet learned the danger of the street. Poor thing. So we scooped him up and buried him in the back field. As the dirt covered his sweet little face, I was overcome by how quickly he had won my heart.

It really is a very special privilege to love God's creatures. The Lord must know how our hearts long for companionship. Even though this little one was only with us a few short weeks, I hope he felt loved. I'm reminded in my sadness what I already know: It's a risk to love, but it's worth it. Rest in peace, sweet little one.