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A Bunny Tale of Unconditional Love

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Deciding to join Facebook in 2009  felt as if I  plunged headlong into  uncharted and  thrilling waters.  Butterflies danced wild and free within the walls of my stomach, as unexplored  territory loomed on the horizon.  Face  aglow with excitement embarking on this recently acquired adventure, only  to enhance to a greater depth my  already  delightful run as a  longtime  stay at home mom.
A  bold  new avenue to broaden my  connections with the outside world  while still  enjoying  the comforts of  home was  carte blanche to “having my cake and eating it to”.  Fork in one hand, cake in the other  savoring  the leisure of reconnecting  with  friends, family and classmates, rejoicing with the freedom and readiness Facebook had to offer.  No longer having  to wait until   family or class  reunions to get caught up.  Also, pleasantly surprised at the ease  this network made  connecting with  those you never had the pleasure of knowing very well before; so it was with a group of  high school ladies from the Reynolds Lancers.   Birthed from  casual  Facebook interactions eventually  leading us to be  cleverly dubbed  “The La La’s”,  short for Ladies and Lancers. This freshly brought together group met over  dinners and gatherings  all a buzz as we  took  our trip down memory lane. You would never know we were on the cusp of all turning  50, for memories of  teenage years flooded our memory banks, spilling over into the present whenever we conversed .

One day such a  moment happened  when someone started a  “thread” to chat back and forth on the internet.  The conversations poured in  about life, kids and of course high school.  That particular day  someone  casually  mentioned one of the teachers,  triggering my memory to begin typing out his thirty year old nickname he held back in the day.  Is if that was not enough I continued  trying hard to be witty as I expounded on this thought.  Wrapping up what I thought was  comic stride I stepped away from the computer…  however, instantly  a  strong conviction came over me as I started the treadmill.  What was I thinking?  I asked  myself , “I’m not sixteen anymore and what I did was wrong.”  Quickly  turning off  the  exercise machine  I went back and positioned myself in front of my computer eager to type out a full apology for my immature behavior.  This is when  hunt and peck method is at  a sore and  painful  disadvantage.

Reopening the  computer I was horrified  to  realize that very teacher I had just  poked fun at, had  unbeknownst to me been on the  thread the whole time.  Red faced and mortified I poured out my repentance for all  to see, asking Him to forgive me. Truly sorry for hurting him  and ashamed of my willingness to get a cheap laugh at someone else expense.  After finishing my deepest regret and taking ownership of this Epic failure something beautiful happened…

Forgiveness poured in spilling unconditional love over my shame.

Not only was I forgiven I was given a new nickname … Bunny

I saw myself as a foolish child, having the sting of an adder.
My friend Lisa saw me as a soft cuddly and sweet bunny.  No way on earth did I  feel  deserving of  that name… and yet isn’t  that  what unconditional love is all about.
Throughout the brief time  our group stayed together,  there was not a time that went by that being called  Bunny  did not touch my heart and cause profound gratefulness, grace, forgiveness, and a clean slate.  Even though I made a major  Loo Loo of a Boo Boo… I was  still  loved  unconditionally.  Making this Bunny extremely Hoppy  !!

Dear Lord , What a comfort to know nothing takes you by surprise, not  even the word that rolls off our  tongue.  Thank you for  unconditional love and grace displayed so beautifully through you and all those  that follow your precious example.

To the choirmaster: A Psalm of David. “O Lord, you have searched me and known me! You know when I sit down and when I rise up; you discern my thoughts from afar. You search out my path and my lying down and are acquainted with all my ways. Even before a word is on my tongue, behold, O Lord, you know it altogether. You hem me in, behind and before, and lay your hand upon me.”
Psalm 139:1-24 ESV

For by grace you have been saved through faith. And this is not your own doing; it is the gift of God,
Ephesians 2:8 ESV

Author: Lisa Thompson Jennings

Hello my name is Lisa,.it would be so delightful to sit down with you swapping life's stories..Reveling in God's goodness,sharing our battles won and those we still are fighting. Finding sacred ground together in heartbreak, redemption , forgiven and blessed hope that promises not to disappoint us. A little about me ... I love God with all my heart stumbling along the way as I do , I talk a lot but still covet listening, Laughter and being creative are not options for my soul would wither with the lack of them. My husband Kevin and I have been married for 27 years and blessed with two boys Derek 22 and Trent 19. It's been 22 years since I worked outside of the home some of those twenty-one years were spent homeschooling, coupon clipping and keeper of the Jennings household. Counting it pure joy to watch our amazing boys turn into outstanding young men.While this earthen vessel laden with cracks and flaws by God's intentional grace and renewed strength made it through. A touch of God's redemption from past misfortunes that included surviving sexual abuse, a failed first marriage, eating disorder, panic attacks, intense gripping fear and crushing low self esteem. Drawn to a God that can right wrongs, bring beauty where ashes once laid ,all the while lovingly speaking His worth and value into weary, parched souls. So that we can not only survive as victims but thrive as a people walking in glorious victory, blazing a trail of freedom for anyone held in chains of injustices, personal failure or loss. So thankful God is all about new beginnings, fresh starts and slates wiped clean.. our past misfortunes merely spring boards of new found hope and deep abounding joy ... it's a privilege to be a fellow sojourner in this path to greater wholeness and liberation. Charles Dickens writes "Reflect on your present blessings every man has many, not on your past misfortunes, of which all men have some". Celebrating present and future Heavenly blessings with you

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