I believe in miracles.

In July of 2021, we moved from the country to the city.  We only brought two kitties, Bean & Remy.

Skipping ahead to Christmas Eve. I can’t even begin to explain how excited I was for Christmas morning.

On Christmas Eve I got home from work and wanted to take a short nap before starting our traditional Chinese Chicken Christmas Eve Dinner. One of my daughters decided to take it upon herself to make our traditional meal, and let me rest. In the process, she requested that someone open our patio door. The request was eventually granted. When we finally sat down to our scrumptious supper, we realized our sweet little Remy was missing. The screen was not closed and she had escaped. We searched till 2 a.m. With broken hearts, we crashed from exhaustion. Christmas morning differed from my original plan. My children slept until two, no one felt like eating, and I had to work super hard just to get the unwrapping of gifts rolling, which briefly took away the focus of losing our sweet little Remy.

 We continued to look for her, gradually losing hope we would ever be united with our precious little ball of fluff.

 As I continually pleaded with my Father in Heaven to please help us find Remy or to at least know she was okay, I added, I think it’s time for me to find an exercising buddy, I hadn’t found one since the move, and was craving the accountability. Within a week this was posted in a local Facebook group.

May 29 at 3:08 PM  ·

Starting this Tuesday, I’ll be walking at the Branson landing starting at 6 a.m. I know it’s early but I like to get it done so I have the rest of my day and it’s also much cooler at that time. I usually walk Monday thru Friday. The walk is about an hour and I do walk at a fairly good pace.

If you are interested just shoot me a message so I don’t start without you.

I couldn’t believe it. So I contacted April right away and said I would like to start the next week. We went once and then it poured down rain and so we missed. The second time we went I tucked my keys in my pants and we began walking. On the previous trip we went under the two big bridges and through the RV park, this time we went behind the Landing and through a neighborhood. We wrapped back around and were on a bridge heading back to our vehicles. For some reason I checked and my keys were missing. We were both in shock because we both felt we would have heard or felt them drop. The plan was then created,  April would take her adorable puppy Sweetie back to the car and she would keep an eye out for my keys, then come back to get me, and I was to retrace our steps and search for my keys.

Focusing on relocating my keys I stared at the ground beneath my feet. I reached the section of our path that contained numerous homes. I passed three or four houses in this particular neighborhood when this cat ran from the other side of the street and rammed me in the leg. I did not even see it until it was at full speed and in pursuit of me. I bent down and it jumped into my arms. It was our Remy. I could not believe it. I was in shock. Honestly, I did not know what to do. Do I stay with her or try to find my keys? I did not want to lose her again. I stayed with her and waited for my friend. When April found me, I said, “UMM this is my cat!”,  and asked if she could run me and Remy home, I drop off Remy and picke up my backup keys, and then bring me back to the Kia. So we did and we dropped Remy off and I got my keys and we went back to the Landing. I retraced our steps in my car and found my keys right in the road about three houses down from where I found Remy.

Gratitude filled my soul, our Remy was finally found.

I cannot even begin to express how my faith has been strengthened with the lessons I learn every moment, and the importance of never giving up, miracles happen.

 ♥️ Erin Mollie