Zeeba

I scooped up Zeebe in my arms and held her close. Her little body felt cold and she didnt move. That afternoon in the garden, Zeeba rubbed up against my shoe for the first time. I held out my hand. I want to hold you so much. When are you ever going to let me hold you?Caring for Zeebe, an abandoned newborn kitten, and pursuing Zeeba, her wild, distrusting sibling, showed me the overwhelming truth that I am patiently, persistently pursued by One who values me more than life itself.