The fly didn't know it was going to die yesterday.
Harriet is a very precious cat. She's just 7 or 8 months old now, and full of energy.
It leaves me to wonder if I am a fly. Am I just buzzing around the light, not paying attention to what's going on around me? Am I desensitized to the hurting, the lost, and those without hope? Am I susceptible to an unknown attack? The devil is seeking to devour me. How aware am I? I pray I am more aware than the fly. I do not want to be eaten like a mid-afternoon snack. I pray that I am engaged in battle, defeating the enemy and his minions.