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Tuesday, November 11, 2014

The Year I Was Six

The year I was six, I received a baby doll. Nothing earth shattering about a little girl with a doll, but when that doll is snatched away, earth shattering is exactly what it is. I was proud of my baby; attached in a serious way. While only rubber, she was real to me. Can you remember the Velveteen Rabbit? My sister even crocheted a poncho for her. (It was the 70's, so go with the flow of my story.)

On "Show and Tell" day, I proudly shared my baby doll.

I don't remember what I said or if anyone cared one lick about my presentation. However, with resounding clarity, I remember my teacher taking her. As an adult, I can guess that she presented a distraction during our time of learning. She told me she would give "IT" back after school.

The day dragged on and then the bell rang. Freedom, and time for me to recoup my loss, but she didn't give her back!! I went home traumatized and in tears; completely devastated. Calmly, my mother called the school and my father went to retrieve my prize possession. All was well!!

Did my parents feel the same attachment I felt for my baby doll? I'm thinking they did not feel the least bit attached to her. But to me, that's completely different. I was their baby and what mattered to me, mattered to them.

God does this for us. We matter!  Our wants and needs , our little tiny likes and dislikes are of actual importance to Him. We are His children. Don't get so caught up in the big picture that you miss the details. Understand and expect God's attention...100%  eyes on you!! Everyday loving you, delighting in your company; enjoying your sense of humor and being willing and able to deliver on every promise.

                       Depend upon Him, He will never falter.