Mopsy Rabbit with her pretty turquoise bow was sitting on the stairs when she noticed that Peter Rabbit had finally arrived! “Where have you been,” cried Mopsy, “I’ve been waiting so many years for you!” “Oh, Mopsy,” cried Peter, “it was a very long, dark time, but I’ve finally arrived home to Tyler.”
The two rabbits sat on the stairs of the Wade’s household
chatting about their journey on how they arrived. Mopsy had been here for over
10 years. She belonged to Taylor Anne, given by her Memaw. Stuffed rabbits are
given life when someone decides to love them. Now over 29 years ago when Taylor
Anne was born, there was great joy in the Wade house over the adoption of a
beautiful blue-eyed girl but as with all adoption stories there are two
different opposite emotions going on at the same time. Memaw had just lost her granddaughter to what
she thought was forever on this side of heaven. She bought Mopsy so when she
longed to hold or touch her granddaughter who was out of reach, she would reach
for Mopsy and hold and touch the soft bunny, saying a quiet prayer over the
granddaughter she thought she would never see or touch. Then over 10 years ago,
by divine intervention of ONLY GOD, Memaw got to hold and touch her Taylor Anne
and gave Mopsy to her.
“Oh Mopsy, just when I thought it would never happen, a
miracle occurred and gave me new life,” exclaimed Peter! “Over 48 years ago, my
life began when I was given to a little girl named Heather. She loved me and I
slept with her each night. It was so wonderful to be loved, touched, and adored
by this precious girl. Then, like most stuffed animals, when Heather grew up,
she put me away in a safe place where I slept for the next few years.”
“When Heather was sixteen, she pulled me out of hiding and I
wondered what was going on as she lovingly tucked me in a diaper bag. I could
sense that it was a very difficult time for her when she tearfully handed off
the diaper bag. However, there was an
opposite emotion of celebration happening when I arrived at my new household. A
little baby boy named Tyler had arrived and I did too. I was brought to life
again during that time, so loved by Tyler and his family. Once again, after a
couple of years, I was tucked back into the diaper bag to sleep for a long
season, except this time, it was a very long season, over 30 years. At times I could hear sadness and anger and I
honestly thought that I would never be awaken again to be touched or loved.”
“Just when I had given up all hope, one day Tyler pulled me
out of that diaper bag, and I saw tears trickling down his face and he held me
and cuddled me once more. I wasn’t for sure what was going on, but there was a
realization that somehow Heather and Tyler were tied to each other, and I represented
the love between them that was soon to be rediscovered. Alive again, I listened
closely to a miracle that was about to occur; Tyler finally found his mom
Heather after 32 years and txt her on her birthday that he loved her and
thanked her for the life she gave him and could not wait to hear back from her!
It only took a few minutes for Heather to respond.” “Best birthday ever to hear
from you and the wonderful life you have. I have prayed relentlessly through
the years that your life was full of love and happiness…” “You talk about miracles, Mopsy, it was only God
that could have arranged it all and melted years of anguish away and traded it
for tears of love and joy.”
“Well Peter,” Mopsy said through her tears, “you and I are the blessed ones here to be a witness of how God cares for the details of our human’s lives and to allow us to be a picture of God’s love between them.” And, with that, Mopsy and Peter were very content to be alive in the Wade’s home waiting for the next miracle of God’s grace to happen!
