(I’m joining Lisa-Jo and her Five Minute Fridays. Rules are: for only five short, bold, beautiful minutes. Unscripted and unedited. We just write without worrying if it’s just right or not. Won’t you join us?)
When I was in elementary school, I had this wonderful stuffed bunny rabbit. A cousin of the Care Bears: Orange, with long floppy ears & a happy design on its belly (though for the life of me, I can’t remember what that design was). What I do remember was how its ears were perfect for soaking up tears after hard days.
I remember how I would hold that rabbit, shut the door to my room, and just cry. Cry over bad days at school, bad days at home, and general frustration.
I cherished that rabbit. I cherished it until its ears were old and warn & its fur was soft and thin. Until it showed signs of a life well loved.
But my mom, she was a big yard sale-er when I was little. You can see where this is going, right? Somehow my precious bunny (like several of favorite toys) ended up in the “to sell” pile. And before I knew it was gone, she had sold it. It was a sad day.
I still really wish I had that bunny – (and my Teddy Ruxpin. He got sold, too -obviously. And he’d be worth a pretty penny today…but that’s beside the point. We’re chasing a different rabbit here.)
But looking back, it wasn’t the bunny itself that I loved so much. It was the feeling of comfort it provided me. Instead of the warn ears and soft fur, what I really cherished the comfort – the safety – the trust.
And those things, they never left, because they never came from the bunny. They came from God.
So now, on my sad days – on my cry the ugly cry days- instead of clinging to an orange rabbit, I cling to the Word. I seek comfort from my Savior & in turn, I find that I am cherished one.
Praise be to the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of compassion and the God of all comfort, who comforts us in all our troubles, so that we can comfort those in any trouble with the comfort we ourselves receive from God. (2 Corinthians 1:3, 4 NIV)