Two things happened, right in conjunction with one another, in the past couple weeks that proved, once again, that He is and He does.
The first is an ongoing issue regarding God’s provision. I don’t want to get into all the details, because it’s a fairly personal thing within my family, but suffice it to say it was an issue that was causing me severe amounts of stress.
The second involves my pet rabbit.
Now, the first thing kept seeming to get worse and worse, and no matter how hard we tried, we couldn’t seem to solve the problems we were having. Anyone who knows me knows I’m pretty mellow, low-key, and easy going. Bad things happen and I’m usually pretty good with rolling with them. It takes a lot to stress me out. So when I say I was literally losing sleep over this issue, understand how serious it was to me. I prayed and prayed, asking God what was going on, reminding Him that He promises to provide for us, and why hasn’t He done so yet?
This went on for a couple of weeks.
Now, in the midst of this stress, came the issue with the rabbit. In Phoenix right now the weather is positively gorgeous. It is peaking at about 85 degrees in the middle of the afternoon, and mornings and evenings are downright chilly. When it’s not too hot out, we let our pet rabbit out into the back yard to play and get some exercise. Being a burrowing creature by nature, he likes to find little nooks and crannies to hide in, his favorite being the spot between the house and the storage shed. When he gets back there, it’s almost impossible to get him out. I’ve even tried climbing on the fence and lying on the top of the shed roof with a broom and trying to shoo him out, but it’s nearly impossible unless he wants to come.
So, since the weather was nice anyway, I just left him out there, figuring he’d come out when he got hungry.
And he did.
Only, unbeknownst to me, my son had run into the gate with his bicycle enough times that the loose slat I thought I’d fixed came off again.
Sometime in the night, Bunny made a break for it.
I went out the next morning to check on him and he was nowhere to be found. Worse, I couldn’t go look for him because I had to get my kids ready for school, and immediately after that I had to babysit my friend’s four kids for the next few hours.
By the time I was finally free to go looking beyond my immediate yard, Bunny had been missing for who knows how many hours. Still, though, I had to try. I walked up and down the alley behind our house, down the street in every direction, glancing under trees and bushes and carrying treats to woo him with.
We live right on the corner of a major street and a very well-traveled residential street, and half a mile from a mountain preserve where coyotes and other critters roam freely. I walked around for over half an hour, hoping against hope that I’d find him, but there were just too many places he could’ve gone, not the least of which was the busy street where he’d be sure to get smooshed.
As I walked, I prayed, God, please send a miracle. I can’t find him. There’s no way to find him on my own.
Meanwhile, I was thinking about how I would break the news to my kids when they got home from school.
I checked outside several times, even leaving food and water by the back gate where he’d escaped.
I broke the news to the kids that evening, still holding out hope that he’d return. And the evening and the morning were the first day. He’d been gone more than 24 hours. My husband asked how long we were going to hang onto his cage and paraphernalia. I said at least one more day. Just in case.
Meanwhile, I was still stressing over the other issue. The bunny situation on top of everything else, and I really felt like God didn’t care, wasn’t listening. Where are you, God? Did you promise to take care of us? Didn’t you say we’re more valuable than sparrows, and you know every time one of them falls? Didn’t you promise you’d take care of our needs?
And the evening and the morning were the second day.
I was out of hope, out of options, out of faith.
I went outside, not really expecting anything, because after more than two days, there was no way, but I had to at least see.
And there he was.
The bunny was in our yard, hopping around, like he’d never left.
Now, just in case you’re thinking he was just hiding, he wasn’t. I scoured every inch of that yard, including behind (and even in) the storage shed, more than once. Moreover, he’d escaped before (that time I found him in the bushes just outside the fence—and yes, I checked there, too, and he wasn’t just hiding) through that same slat that was broken that I fixed that was broken again. He really was gone. And he really just showed up in my yard after it was impossible.
And when I saw that bunny sitting there in my yard, it was like God said, “I got this. Calm down. It’s handled.”
It was almost a week before I saw the second miracle. I didn’t know how it was going to happen, but the bunny gave me the assurance I needed to hang on to my faith.
Manna from heaven, something there is no possible way to explain or rationalize outside of God’s direct hand, He blessed us with exactly what we needed.
EXACTLY. What we needed.
God is there. He is taking care of me. He is concerned with everything, from the huge, life-changing events, to the little lost bunnies.