Yes...God DOES speak through "The Runaway Bunny"...

We're spring breakin' this week...5 kids and 3 parents...quite a tribe...
I've had moments this week when I looked at my 9 year old and realized...
She's fleeting...

I'm only cool behind closed doors...
I'm embarrassing with my outgoingness...
"No pictures please..."
It's enough to break a mom down...

All this reminds me of the finiteness of us all...
That we truly link eyelash to eyelash and our journey here is over...
We will awaken to worn out bodies, minds, and old children...
It's enough to break a woman down...

I'm with our youngest tonight...He's 2...
We read "The Runaway Bunny"...
As I read to him, I couldn't help but feel as if God was reading the story to me...
He was depositing love to me...

No matter how big our children become...
No matter how old our bodies grow...
No matter how many times end so new can begin...
One thing remains for eternity...His Love...and wow...Is it good...

I hope you enjoy this as much as I did...(believe me...you're not too cool to for this love story)


The Runaway Bunny by Margaret Wise Brown


Once there was a little bunny who wanted to run away.
So he said to his mother, “I am running away.”
“If you run away,” said his mother, “I will run after you.
For you are my little bunny.”


“If you run after me,” said the little bunny,
“I will become a fish in a trout stream 
and I will swim away from you.”


“If you become a fish in a trout stream,” said his mother,
“I will become a fisherman and I will fish for you.”


“If you become a fisherman,” said the little bunny,
“I will become a rock on the mountain, high above you.”


“If you become a rock on the mountain high above me,”
said his mother, “I will become a mountain climber,
and I will climb to where you are.”


“If you become a mountain climber,”
said the little bunny,
“I will be a crocus in a hidden garden.”


“If you become a crocus in a hidden garden,”
said his mother, “I will be a gardener. And I will find you.”


“If you are a gardener and find me,”
said the little bunny, “I will be a bird
and fly away from you.”


“If you become a bird and fly away from me,”
said his mother, “I will be a tree that you come home to.”


“If you become a tree,” said the little bunny,
“I will become a little sailboat,
and I will sail away from you.”


“If you become a sailboat and sail away from me,”
said his mother, “I will become the wind
and blow you where I want you to go.”


“If you become the wind and blow me,” said the little bunny,
“I will join a circus and fly away on a flying trapeze.”


“If you go flying on a flying trapeze,” said his mother,
“I will be a tightrope walker,
and I will walk across the air to you.”


“If you become a tightrope walker and walk across the air,”
said the bunny, “I will become a little boy
and run into a house.”


“If you become a little boy and run into a house,”
said the mother bunny, “I will become your mother
and catch you in my arms and hug you.”


“Shucks,” said the bunny, “I might just as well
stay where I am and be your little bunny.”


And so he did.
“Have a carrot,” said the mother bunny.


Grace n Peace,


A ~