Katrina, Countdown, and Cats

We finally got some word about friends we have in the New Orleans area. Our pastor here in Tenn. received an email from our former pastor, saying that he and his wife were out of N.O. and that his staff had all left to various places in the country. We also heard from some friends of ours who are also pregnant, and they made it to Houston, and have already found a new doctor. Thank God!

Count down to Induction: (since they don’t let ladies who develop Gestational diabetes go to 40 weeks) we go in on Monday night at 11:30, and the process begins. Who knows how long it’ll take for Dean to make it into this world! But I can’t wait! So less than five days now. Wow. My life will completely change. It already has! (And will continue – that’s what life is – right? Change – A Journey – it seems to me that that is a great representation of what God has for us. If we don’t change and grow – we pretty much die).

So I am fretting about our cats and the room they occupy in our house. Here’s the dilemma: My parents are driving into town for the birth of our kid, and I don’t want their first impression of our new house (to us at least) to be ‘hmm – smells like cat pee’. They could very well think that because 1.) Our house is on a corner lot. 2.) We have no garage 3.) You have to park near the back of the lot and walk up to the house. 4.)There is no parking for visitors to come to the front door. 5.) Our back door opens in to a room that was formerly the garage.

Without getting into it here, our four cats have now declared that room their home. It very easily could smell like cat pee. It’s pretty aggravating to me. (I am looking for new homes for the cats. Something in our life just has to give)

So, the parents will come to the back door, and it could smell like cats. See, if they came in the front door, we could hide and mask the eau de cat – but that just ain’t gonna happen. Funny, this could be some sort of teaching on letting God into our smelly, pee infested, back rooms of our lives. That’s pleasant! But true – how often do we want Him to come in the front door, while we hide what’s in the converted garage.

(by the way - even though we clean their boxes every day they still smell!!!)