When I was the age of 10, there were about 9 kids living in our house. I believe at that time, only my oldest brother was the only one that had moved out already. It was a very small house, and I have no idea how we all fit and made it work, but we did. One thing my parents taught us was that we must all do what it takes to get by. You don’t stop and think about it, you don’t complain, and you certainly don’t feel sorry for yourself, but rather you praise the Lord and live each day happy, thankful and with an attitude of perseverance.
We kids must have driven my mom and dad nuts. We’d fight and argue, scream and shout, pull each other’s hair, run through the house like crazy people, yet despite all of this kid’s stuff, we loved each other; and my mom and dad knew that.
One of my most endearing memories of childhood is a story about when my rabbit was left outside in the garage. It was a cold and rainy night. I kept calling out from my bedroom window, which looked straight out to the garage, “Bunny, are you Ok? Bunny, are you Ok?”…as if he could hear me. I had been crying endlessly and was totally distraught in fear that he would die. My sister, Cindy, who lay in the bed next to mine, endured my crying and plea for help as long as she could, and finally she got up & went outside to bring in the rabbit! She did this all by herself, in the cold, rainy, dark. I slept so good after that, knowing that my bunny was safe and warm! This is one reason why I love my sister so much.
Acts of kindness go a long way and last a lifetime. They are never forgotten, not here on earth and certainly not in God’s eyes.
Easter season sure does bring the bunnies out. They can be seen hopping all around. I guess this is why it is this time of year that I remember my bunny story.
Do you have a precious story too, that you often think of?
Bunny Love,
Mary