I adopted a cat that was abused and so, although he has become very loving towards me, he is a bit skittish and will run from others. I had carpet cleaners coming one morning and I thought I would lock my cat in his space, the place where his food, litter box and his beloved warm clothes dryer are. (He has a thing for the dryer). I made sure he had all he needed, and then locked him in the room for his safety. He cried, he howled, he scratched at the door. Even though he heard the voices of men in the house and loud carpet cleaning machines, he wanted out, he didn’t understand what was going on, he was afraid. I sat on the floor by the door and spoke words of comfort to him, I even rolled some of his favorite treats under the door, but he couldn’t be consoled. He wanted out and didn’t realize that he was in there for his protection. I thought for a while how often I have been through trials and I begged and pleaded to Heavenly Father to let me out. Let me out of this trial, help me, I am afraid. I, just like my cat would beg and plead at the proverbial door, and a kind wise Father would keep me safely behind the door for my protection. I am grateful for a Father that even when I cannot see that He is protecting me and working things out for my best interest, that He knows what He is doing. And yes, a Father that even throws treats of comfort under the door.