Yeah, I thought that was funny too.
If you saw my post a few weeks back called A Field Shepherd’s Report to Headquarters, then you know I mentioned one cat out at Tent City that goes by the name “Road Kill.” And since I frequently pray for the homeless by name, I found myself praying for this new friend a few days ago.
…and that’s when the words came out of my mouth: “God bless Road Kill…”
Suddenly I had to stop and explain to God that I did not mean some grease spot out on the highway. And then I realized, “Oh, yeah, I am talking to God here. You already know what I mean.”
What can I say? Heaven and me had a laugh. But still, I pray for Road Kill.
If you are reading here, I invite you to join me. Road Kill needs all the prayer he can get!