I have this cat, Peanut. And she’s really sweet and affectionate and gentle with children. But she is also just about the most annoying thing on the planet.

She talks a lot, but that’s not really the problem. In a house full of big talkers, I can hardly complain about that. (And just so you know, I’m not a completely crazy cat lady. My cat does not, in fact, talk like a human. But she sure chatters and squeaks and meows . . . pretty much every minute she’s awake.)

The thing that drives me up the wall about Peanut is that she is stubborn. Or lazy. Or both – I’m not really sure where the issue stems from, and I don’t have time for kitty therapy. All I know is that when I try to make her move – off my spot on the couch, off the dining room chairs at dinner time, off my leg when I’m trying to sleep at night – she refuses.

It’s annoying. And . . . it’s a lot how I behave when God asks me to move.

To read more about me acting like my cat and learning to follow God, even when it’s outside my comfort zone, join me at (in)courage.