A woman had a beautiful black cat with white feet, named Socks. Socks spent his days outside and came indoors only at night. One cool October evening, he disappeared.
She searched for him high and low for several days, but all in vain. The following spring, however, Socks reappeared, looking healthy and clean. She figured he'd just been out sowing his wild oats, and let it go at that.
Everything was back to normal until that autumn, when Socks once again disappeared. The next spring, just as the prior year, he returned.
Two angels are talking on Cloud #8 when one says, 
"We don't develop new patterns by unearthing old ones; we develop new patterns by intentionally behaving in new ways."
"Pray without ceasing, because Satan is preying without ceasing."
Jesus loves me, this I know