My littlest man and I are snuggled on the couch together, jazz music and Christmas lights shimmering in the background. I asked Corbin what I should write about on my blog today. He shuffled his LEGO pieces and asked, “what’s a blog?”
I explained and then he offered, “You should write about Seymour.”
The only problem is that I don’t know what happened to Seymour. He might be alive, but more than likely, he is dead. And even before his escape, I didn’t really have a close relationship with Seymour. He only lived with us a couple of months before he departed. Didn’t really have time to know the dumb guy.
You see, Seymour was Corbin’s rabbit. We kept him outside in a dog kennel. He had a nice little house, a water bowl, fresh greens from the garden, and sunflower seeds every day. Despite our loving devotion, he didn’t much care for us. We have the white scars up and down our arms to prove it. Furthermore, he decided one day to abandon his safe home, the security of a good meal, fresh water, and protection from predators in favor of the cow field. We tried to rescue him, but he’d have none of it. He’d gotten fast and fickle.
The first couple of weeks after his mysterious escape—we still don’t know how he got out– we saw him leaping in the neighbor’s field. A tiny spit of white amongst the prickly weeds. He seemed happy, but we wondered, “where is he getting water?” “how is he hiding from the chicken hawks that circle around?”
My sister-in-law said the average life span of a rabbit in the wild is 6 months. I wonder if he has made it to his marker, or if nature has taken him already.
He didn’t know what his boundaries meant to him. He thought life outside was better…more fun… more free. He didn’t realize that his home, his protective shield, was to keep him safe—not shackled.
We aren’t much different, are we? We see rules and boundaries and principles as restricting. And human tendency says, “Oh, no you don’t, God. I am captain of my own ship. I’m going where I want to go.” And we steer right into the storm or run aground, broken to pieces on the rocks.
Somehow we’ve bought into the lie—the oldest one there is—that we are better off being our own gods, knowing all and leading our lives. But the problem is that we don’t know all—never will—and we aren’t our own masters—never should be. And that’s actually good news!
Our loving Creator God sees all, hears all, and knows our hearts intimately. He understands us better than we do ourselves and He has only good for us. His ways are always trustworthy and His principles keep us in His will, which is life—hope, peace, and eternal joy!
So, if you are tempted to push the boundaries and run amuck, don’t. It’s not worth it. Take it from someone who has ran in the cow field; it’s just cow patties.
You have everything to lose and nothing to gain. For the truth will set you free, and freedom only comes from God.
“Commit your way to the LORD; trust in him, and he will act.” Psalm 36
“Jesus said to him, “I am the way, and the truth, and the life. No one comes to the Father except through me.” John 14
“For the wages of sin is death, but the free gift of God is eternal life in Christ Jesus our Lord.” Romans 6
“And we know that the Son of God has come and has given us understanding, so that we may know him who is true; and we are in him who is true, in his Son Jesus Christ. He is the true God and eternal life.” I John 5