The cause for such public proclamations of praise?
After rounds two rounds of sad breeding outcomes, a successful litter has been kindled in the rabbitry of one little Jo Blandings. Jo's $35 mistake bunny, Michelle, gave birth to her first batch of babies in a seamless delivery last night.
Jo made the announcement with tears of joy streaming down her cheeks as she burst in on me in my trademarked "DO NOT OPEN THE DOOR UNLESS THE HOUSE IS ON FIRE" bath time. Needless to say, the house was not on fire. But, it turns out, the flame that is the love of the Lord was being fanned in my beloved daughter.
As if it weren't enough to just have live bunnies after the specter of death haunted the last attempts, the Lord took this opportunity to pour out on Jo the kind of love that He knew she would understand the most:
Jo, it turns out, had been praying for 3 live kits. Three. It seemed like a lot to ask, she says, but she knew that God could do it. So she prayed. She petitioned. And she kept her mouth firmly shut, waiting on Him.
And this, my friends, is how the Lord of Heaven and Earth answers the small, heartfelt prayers of an 11 year-old girl whose faith in Him was not shaken despite the storm:
NINE. Yes--9 kits. Healthy, wriggly and mewing.
Give, and it will be given to you. A good measure, pressed down, shaken together and running over, will be poured into your lap. For with the measure you use, it will be measured to you. --Luke 6:38
I serve the MOST HIGH GOD, the One who cares enough to reach down and tenderly place a heap of baby bunnies in the lap of my hopeful daughter. It's a good day. A very, VERY good day.