I, Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges, will begin this conversation. I just witnessed something truly disturbing.
Me: A giant insect? A giant lizard?
Stella: No, worse. Why was the cat getting treats?
Me: I give her cat treats every now and then.
Stella: Why was the cat getting treats?
Me: Because I wanted her to have something special.
Stella: Why was the cat getting treats?
Me: Sounds like your record is broken.
Stella: No treats for cats!
Me: I don’t give her your treats.
Stella: What did she do to earn them?
Me: She was just being herself.
Stella: That is simply wrong! She is a cat! You know how they are!
Me: Well, what do you do to earn most of your treats?
Stella: Not important!
Me: Why can’t I give the cat treats just because I want to?
Stella: Because CAT! Cats don’t deserve treats!
Me: We get good things we don’t deserve and we don’t get some hard things that we do deserve. We call that grace, both ways. Grace can’t be earned.
Stella: Would you give me some grace?
Me: When you say the word ‘grace’, you are really thinking about treats, aren’t you?
Stella: When I say any word, I am always thinking about treats.
Me: All you had to do was ask, Stella.
Stella: Wait! Grace doesn’t mean a cat treat, does it?
Me: No, I wouldn’t fool you like that. That wouldn’t be gracious.
“Or what man is there of you, whom if his son ask bread, will he give him a stone? Or if he ask a fish, will he give him a serpent?…how much more shall your Father which is in heaven give good things to them that ask Him?” Matthew 7:9-11 KJV
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