Imagine the horror I felt the day I opened my blog to find it was no longer mine. I couldn’t believe my eyes. A new page complete with Islamic flags boldly declared my site had been hacked by a Turkish militant group.
Adrenaline fueled my panic as I checked bank accounts and other personal sites to see if anything else was affected. I frantically changed passwords and did my best to reclaim my website, but it was gone. There was no way to bypass the dreadful page.
My mind melted into fear. My soul ached with loss.
Why was I targeted? My last post was about CATS, for crying out loud. Forced to let it go, cat needs pushed me past the drama.
Mom cat and her five kittens still live with us. I remain consumed with their situation. After watching their personalities develop I can appreciate their ingrained behaviors. I’ve concluded all kittens are ‘scaredy cats’. Even though extremely curious, they’re afraid of their own shadow or sudden moves.
Stray mom cat and I have become close friends. She loves me. Sometimes I swear she prefers my company and affection to food. But, she’s also still very much – a stray. She’s wired to fend for herself. Although we’re great friends, I’m aware she would choose independence over restraint any day. She was born to be wild.
She’s still teaching me.
And through the weird blend of terrorist nonsense and homeless kittens my Heavenly Father has allowed me to examine my heart as well.
I’m learning that:
Facing our fear requires an accurate analysis of it. We need to know our enemy. We live in a ‘seen’ world that is encased within an ‘unseen’ world. Evil is real. An accurate view of our threat is necessary – living in crippling fear of it, is death. We don’t need to be scaredy cats – we have a protector and defender present with us at all times. His care is right and perfect. He’s equipped to do battle for us and his enemies are not people. Ephesians 6:12-17
Our own shadow can sometimes be our greatest threat. I was shocked how quickly I scurried to protect myself. The thought of losing my blog was troubling, but the rippling effect of other possibilities was horrifying. I found myself introspecting about what mattered most to me. How loosely was I holding onto earthly possessions or my identity? Not very loosely. Worse – I saw how idolatrous I was and self-protective of things I felt represented ME. Matthew 16:25
We are born to be wild. The greatest adventures happen outside the safe places we create for ourselves. We’re wired to hunt – to trust God for our provision and care. We’re equipped to function in him. Faith is a gift- it’s also a link to freedom. Matthew 6:25
In some odd way I’m grateful I was targeted by the hackers. They gave me a chance to introspect and recalibrate. I also appreciate the fact a stray mom cat chose to birth her babies in our woodpile. How boring life would be without peeks of wonder along this path we call ordinary.