"Have this mind among yourselves, which is yours in Christ Jesus, who, though he was in the form of God, did not count equality with God a thing to be grasped, but emptied himself, by taking the form of a servant, being born in the likeness of men. And being found in human form, he humbled himself by becoming obedient to the point of death, even death on a cross. Therefore God has highly exalted him and bestowed on him the name that is above every name, so that at the name of Jesus every knee should bow, in heaven and on earth and under the earth, and every tongue confess that Jesus Christ is Lord, to the glory of God the Father." Paul to the persecuted at Philippi (2:5-11)

21 September 2010

A random thought

We recently added two bunnies to our household. They're only four months old and very cute. But they have our littlest guy worried. He asked me a couple of times this week which one was the mommy bunny, and today he was able to articulate a little more of what was going on inside his mind. When he figured out that neither bunny was the mommy, he was desperately concerned. Where was their mommy? He asked me over and over, trying to discern where the bunnies' mommy was, who would take care of them, who would feed them.

It's really sweet, but his concern began to border on the unusual, and I wondered if he was reading just a little of his own life into these bunnies, in that non-articulatable manner of a preschooler. He doesn't ask much where his own birthmother is, but he knows that unlike his brothers, he was never "in my belly" but was "in birthmother's belly." He once told me out of the blue he wished he had been inside my belly. I'm glad he wasn't; I like how he's different from the rest of us in a way that's complimentary, completing.

But he does ask often when we will get to go visit his foster mother in Korea. He wants to take Omma on a field trip, he says. His imagination makes Omma whatever he wants her to be. (In resonse to overheard news of North Korea, he once informed me that Omma has a tank and if the bad guys invade she's not afraid to use it.) I wonder if there's not a little bit of lost bunny in him, though. He knows who is his family, who loves him forever; but even at his young age, he's aware of a missing face at the table too. From the day of his birth, he's had someone to miss. A birth mother, a foster mother... it makes sense that he should show such concern for these helpless little bunnies.

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