Velveteen Rabbit ( For The Young At Heart )

 There was once a velveteen rabbit, and in the beginning he was really splendid. He was fat and bunchy, as a rabbit should be; his coat was spotted brown and white, he had real thread whiskers, and his ears were lined with pink sateen. On Christmas morning, when he sat wedged in the top of the Boy’s stocking, with a sprig of holly between his paws, the effect was charming.                                                  
 There were other things in the stocking, nuts and oranges and a toy engine, and chocolate almonds and a clockwork mouse, but the Rabbit was quite the best of all. For at least two hours the Boy loved him, and then Aunts and Uncles came to dinner, and there was a great rustling of tissue paper and unwrapping of parcels, and in the excitement of looking at all the new presents the Velveteen Rabbit was forgotten.
 
 
For a long time he lived in the toy cupboard or on the nursery floor, and no one thought very much about him. He was naturally shy, and being only made of velveteen, some of the more expensive toys quite snubbed him. The mechanical toys were very superior, and looked down upon every one else; they were full of modern ideas, and pretended they were real. The model boat, who had lived through two seasons and lost most of his paint, caught the tone from them and never missed an opportunity of referring to his rigging in technical terms.
 
 The Rabbit could not claim to be a model of anything, for he didn’t know that real rabbits existed; he thought they were all stuffed with sawdust like himself, and he understood that sawdust was quite out-of-date and should never be mentioned in modern circles. Even Timothy, the jointed wooden lion, who was made by the disabled soldiers, and should have had broader views, put on airs and pretended he was connected with Government.

Between them all the poor little Rabbit was made to feel himself very insignificant and commonplace, and the only person who was kind to him at all was the Skin Horse.

The Skin Horse had lived longer in the nursery than any of the others. He was so old that his brown coat was bald in patches and showed the seams underneath, and most of the hairs in his tail had been pulled out to string bead necklaces. He was wise, for he had seen a long succession of mechanical toys arrive to boast and swagger, and by-and-by break their mainsprings and pass away, and he knew that they were only toys, and would never turn into anything else. For nursery land is very strange and wonderful, and only those playthings that are old and wise and experienced like the Skin Horse understand all about it.

“What is REAL?” asked the Rabbit one day, when they were lying side by side near the nursery fender, before Nana came to tidy the room. “Does it mean having things that buzz inside you and a stick-out handle?”

“Real isn’t how you are made,” said the Skin Horse. “It’s a thing that happens to you. When a child Loves you for a long, long time, not just to play with, but REALLY Loves you, then you become Real.”

“Does it hurt?” asked the Rabbit.

“Sometimes,” said the Skin Horse, for he was always truthful, but when you are Real you know that being hurt doesen’t last  but true Love does.”

“Does it happen all at once, like being wound up,” he asked, “or bit by bit?”

“It doesn’t happen all at once,” said the Skin Horse. “You become. It takes a long time. That’s why it doesn’t happen often to people who break easily, or have sharp edges, or who have to be carefully kept. Generally, by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been Loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in the joints and very shabby. But these things don’t matter at all, because once you are Real you can’t be ugly, except to people who don’t understand.”

“I suppose you are real?” said the Rabbit. And then he wished he had not said it, for he thought the Skin Horse might be sensitive. But the Skin Horse only smiled.

by Margery Williams

 
We become real Spiritually when we realise just how much God Loves us, how much He delights in us, that His thoughts of us outnumber the grains of sand. We become real when we know without doubt that His Love is Pure and His plans for us are for good, not to harm us but  to give us a Hope and a future more wonderful then we can even imagine and nothing in all creation holds the same importance to Him as our friendship in fellowship and Unity.

 

Posted for my friend J – From the Heart of J « through Him with Him in Him http://throughhimwithhiminhim.wordpress.com/from-the-heart-of-j/

 

About Freedomborn ... Aussie Christian Focus

Hi I’m a Spiritual Child of The King of Kings and Lord of Lords, my name is Anne. I live in Queensland Australia, I’m very much a People person believing we are all people of worth and unique, so I have much Joy in sharing with people personally and over the Internet. My main focus in life is my wonderful Friendship with Jesus Christ, without Him everything else would be meaningless, I have deep heartfelt thanks and appreciation that I'm a Spiritual Child of The King of Kings and I seek to share with others how truly wonderful that is with the hope they too will realize the same and be set free.
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14 Responses to Velveteen Rabbit ( For The Young At Heart )

  1. Scientist says:

    where was God at when he was creating Space ?

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    • Freedomborn says:

      Hi Scientist, if you are creating something your right there with it, like the horse said to be real you have to feel and that doesen’t mean they have to be bad things or that we have to suffer. God is not a cold Scientist who experimented with us His creation, He Loved us before we were created He knew us from Eternity and His plans for us were always good and they still are today but we messed it up and are still doing so even as you read this comment. Hope that helps – Kind regards Anne.

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  2. This is a story I still read to my little girl and she’s twelve. It’s one I cherish. My grandma read it to me too.

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    • freedomborn says:

      How beautiful warrioress to pass on eternal Truths and yes Life does hurt us but God heals and as the Horse said it was real Love that made him feel real.

      Thank you for sharing warrioress I have enjoyed your warm and welcoming hospitality on your Blog even though the topic was a very heavy one. Homosexuality is not real it’s a sham because they can’t feel real Love which is God’s Love when they reject it and substitute something unnatural, a bit like the mechanical toys?

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  3. robinb333 says:

    Happy New Year to you my beautiful friend!!!! I am so sorry but I just checked my email and realized you had written. I am soooo sorry it took so long to reply. From now on I will check my email daily. Have a wonderful weekend. Many, many blessings to you… Robin

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    • freedomborn says:

      Hi Robin, as I explained today my dear fried, I too have a full inbox and how many times has your e-mails got lost in it, anyway what is important is we do catch up eventually and you always uplift and bless me so it must be the right time, thank you for your help.

      Will visit soon, I feel like having a cuppa – Christian Love Anne

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  4. hscraig says:

    Hahahah!! Believe it or not Anne I love that story. It was one of my favorites growing up. Thanks for sharing!! And im still working on the Liebster Blog award.
    In Christ,
    Scott

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    • freedomborn says:

      Hi my friend Scott, I love the old stories too they have so much Truth like with this one, the horses life had caused him to suffer a lot but real Love uplifted him , it is the same with us God’s rescues us from the pits even if it takes us till our hair falls out and we become worn and shabby before we seek Him with all our heart but when we do His Love lifts us up so high we soar! as you share on your Blog. Wow Awards I still have a quiet few to post not sure when but will let you know.

      Christian Love Anne

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  5. What a beautiful gift this posting! Another of my favorite stories. The Skin Horse speaks much wisdom doesn’t he? I love his words about what it means to be real. And a perfect literary illustration of our discussion recently of God’s ways and suffering. This post made me smile….thank you so much for sharing Anne. You are a true blessing. Peace and Joy this day : )

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  6. isaiah43123 says:

    Becoming real is a work in progress, but one day… WaaHoo!

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    • freedomborn says:

      Hi isaiah43123, you are a beautiful work in process, thank you for the blessing that you are and may God bless you as you minister through God’s Truth on your Blog, I always feel uplifted when I visit you.

      Christian Love Anne.

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  7. Ron says:

    nice graphics on the old story ,makes it look new,thanks
    Ron

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    • freedomborn says:

      Thanks Ron, can you suggest any graphics for me, it would sure be good to look new again ok ok I got to look old to be real …Wow I must be really real then even my hair is falling out and my eyes are dimming… how great it is!!! I think I just might be missing something don’t you?

      Love – Old Annie

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