Increase my Faith Jesus

So go back to the Sunday that Isaac, Colton and I watched the movie/documentary on George Muller (a few blogs ago), and once you’re there, you’re in the right time frame.
So on Sunday we watched the movie, and the Lord started talking to me about asking for that kind of faith.
The following day, Monday, our guard found an itty, bitty thing of a kitten next to our yard. He showed Colton, who brought it in.
Now you need to understand, I am so not a pet person - at all!  They’re fine to look at, but quite frankly, they gross me out. It’s very important for you to remember that I don’t do pets, so that you’ll see that what transpired was a complete God thing.
When I saw this tiny kitten, which we ‘guesstimated’ to be about 1 ½  weeks old, I immediately felt compassion for it. It was meowing really loudly, clearly needing it’s mother. I went and got a tiny little plastic spoon and started spoon feeding the kitten. The poor thing sputtered, choked, and resisted. I wrapped it in a cloth so that it’s wild paws couldn’t hit the spoon and dump the milk. As it opened it’s mouth to meow, I’d empty the milk into it’s mouth. It was a long, slow process.
Well, it sort of seemed like we had a baby in the house all of a sudden; I had to feed it before school. In fact one day it made us a little late for staff devotions; I had to feed it upon returning from school, before bedtime, before going out, before…
Our domestic help vehemently declined to feed Belle the one time we asked him to. We’ve since found out that to an African a cat is akin to what a mouse is to us. I certainly wouldn’t dream of spoon feeding a mouse…
Isaac was saying that maybe we should (gulp) kill the kitten. Not to be mean or cold hearted or anything, but she was struggling with the feeding, she was far too young to be away from her mom, and that way she wouldn’t have to suffer. Now normally, it would be my nature to have agreed entirely with this suggestion. But not this time. You see, God was doing something in me with, or perhaps through this cat. I couldn’t put my finger on what, or how, but I just liked this little thing, and I had a very strong feeling that God was behind it. I told Isaac this numerous times when I’d be patiently feeding it, or if he would mention getting rid of it again.
I found myself talking to Belle - the name Colton gave her - and I’m thinking to myself, “what’s going on - I’m talking to a cat!!!”
She meowed a lot, and Colton, compassionate Colton, even got tired of it. The second day we had her he announced: “ Yesterday she was my kitten, today she’s our kitten, but I think tomorrow she’ll be your kitten.”
Well, that Wednesday, 2 days after Belle came, I prayed that prayer of wanting that huge, massive faith, and thinking about and wondering about all the ‘implications’ that could come with praying and receiving such a faith.
On Thursday, the next day, I was responding to, and writing emails in the evening. I don’t even turn our computer on nearly every day, so when I do, often there’s lots of stuff to tend to, and it ends up getting late. Isaac had gone to bed before me, and so when I finally finished my stuff at about 11:30, I was going to feed Belle, and hit it as well.
I got her wrapped in the cloth again, and I started to feed her. All of a sudden she died, right there in my hand!!  I just stared at her. After some time I started to try and make her move - I held her up, moved her legs, her head, but nothing. She was as limp as a rag doll. After about three or four minutes, her little mouth opened and her tongue came out. Her eyes where still open, so I closed them. This was not good, how would I tell Colton… yes, he didn’t appreciate everything about her, but he wanted to see her grow and thrive.
All of a sudden, this strong feeling came over me and I laid my right hand on the tiny thing that I was still holding in my left hand, and I prayed; “Jesus, in Your name I ask You to raise this cat from the dead.” I removed my hand to look. Nothing. I repeated the same thing and looked again. Nothing.
At this point, two things rushed into my mind. One - Jesus said  in Mt 14:12  “I tell you the truth, anyone who has faith in me will do what I have been doing. He will do even greater things than these, because I am going to the Father.” And two, the Holy Spirit lives in me, and as such, I have the power and authority to raise this cat from the dead in the name of Jesus Christ.
I laid hands on it again and said; “ In the name of Jesus Christ, I command you to live.” I looked, nothing. I repeated the above. Nothing. I repeated it a few more times, to no avail. There was a little puddle on the floor, indicating that her bladder had relaxed. Well, I tried. But then the thought of putting the kitten in the big box that had been it’s home since Monday, and placing her outside and having to show Colton in the morning that she died didn’t appeal to me at all. This compelled me to start again.
And nothing happened after numerous times. I thought, “okay, that’s it, I tried and it didn’t work.” But right on the heels of that was this powerful thought; “persevere.”
And so I persevered. I kept repeating, “ In the name of Jesus Christ, I command you to live.” And I’d look, expectantly. And repeat; and look; and repeat... By now a fair amount of time had passed - probably close to 10 minutes, but I continued.
All of a sudden, little Belle began to move!!! I could hardly believe it!!! I started praising the Lord as Belle came to life more and more. I was whooping it up, loudly, very conscious of the possibility of Juvinal, our guard coming to look in the window ensuring that all was well, but I didn’t care if he saw me having a party with the cat in my hands, praising and worshipping Jesus.
At one point I figured I’d go and tell Isaac what happened. With Belle in hand, I went to our bedroom and exclaimed, “ honey, wake up, Jesus just rose Belle from the dead!!”
Isaac, squinting, rolled over to face me and half propping himself up, he said; “oh man, why didn’t you just leave her dead?” and lay back down.
I said, “honey, Jesus just performed a miracle in my hands - he raised this cat back to life.” Needless to say, he wasn’t going to join the praise party, so I went back to the living room and continued on my own.
Little Belle was fine. I set her down, and she walked/pulled herself along as she had done before.
I was pumped beyond words! I saw, with my own eyes, the resurrecting power of Jesus Christ!!! My faith was soaring to new heights.
I excitedly related the previous evenings’ happenings to Isaac and Colton in the morning.
Colton told some of his friends at school, and they had started a debate. Some said, yes it was possible for Jesus to raise the dead, but not a cat; a dog maybe, but never a cat!! : )
Well, after supper that day, Colton was playing guitar on the couch, and I’m sitting beside him on the same chair where I always sat to feed Belle - the chair where Jesus performed the miracle the previous night. I’m feeding her, and all of a sudden, just like the night before, she died. I watched as the life drained out of her; Colton noticed something was going on, and he asked me if Belle was dead. He slid closer to me, and we just looked at her.
Of course, after what happened the night before the thought occurred to me, but there was no compulsion in me to pray over her this time. I just continued holding her, thinking of how much this kitten had come to mean to me, how the Lord had used her to increase my faith in Him. I sat there for about 45 minutes, reflecting on the last 5 days. Finally I handed her to Isaac, and I went and cried on our bed.
I’m talking to Jesus about my desire to see Him raise particularly non- Christians from the dead so that they can have an encounter with Him, and be spared living in hell for all eternity.
Two thoughts - 1. never dismiss God’s sovereignty in using anyone/anything, in teaching, molding, shaping His children, no matter how unlikely. 2. Like Colton’s classmates, do we doubt that Jesus is the same yesterday, today and forever, and that he still does radical miracles?