I was just sitting down, one day, and looked up to see something that riddled my mind…
It wouldn’t of done anything, for anyone else, and yet, it did something, maybe astonishing, for me…
My eyes lightened, just seeing that small, yet overly plump piece of randomly colored cloth, and felt…
If I only gave a second to a listen,
A small moment to whisper,
And still, a ready love filled memory,
Just to hear, maybe even, listen,
to this lil’ purple hippo, that always seems to have a story to tell…
Things often have a memory, or feeling engraved in them…
If we listen, even but just for a moment, we can often hear that time not so long ago…
One random day, I found myself thinking, (more like, over thinking,) and I suddenly felt the impression to look up…
My hippopotamus, was lying there, quite unaware of my sudden interest…
I picked it up, and eyed it a while; I was quite fond of this creature, not too far ago.
I started remembering back to when I was first introduced…
My brother had given me this for a Christmas gift, because I had often spoken of my love for this so endeared stuffed being on the shelves at our grocery store.
So, when Christmas came, I found him underneath the
untidily wrapped paper!
I carried him everywhere…
Always squeezing the unusual feeling of his unusual stuffing!
I was quite infatuated with this slinky character…
So, as I began to look into his hand made, blacked silk eyes, I started remembering back, farther, and farther still…
My life has been a gift.
I won’t lie, for I don’t like to cry, but a tear rolled down my face, seeing how fast time seems to have passed.
My brother, (my friend, personal DJ, Bible tutor, athletic competitor, and most dear company,) is now not the same Josh that gave me that hippo, years and years ago…
Onto the list of things he is, we can add more, even still, to his list of jobs — (P.E. teacher, role model, leader, husband, Netflix addictee….)
Life may be different, but it doesn’t mean it’s bad.
Even though he may be different, and I may not see him as much, I know that even though job titles change, the person doesn’t have to!
He may be different than years ago when I opened my gift, but the care he took in giving me that gift, is the same as the care he takes when I call him asking for advice!
It’s okay for the change to hurt — but never stop changing for good!
And then, when I least expect it — my hippo reminds me of something I never even noticed, myself!
I have changed.
My sister is now in the room, asking why I am so awkwardly staring at this bright hippo, neatly nestled in front of me.
What I see, and what I can reply now, ever so carefully —
God gives life, so that we may change.
Not for a one time memory, or event, have we been made.
We have been made to change.
Change is a part of life, no matter what vision tells us.
Vision blurs our thoughts, if we will let it.
We don’t need to see to believe, for we must only trust in Christ, and the change, will be for a purpose!
Sometimes, look back to smile.
Sometimes, look back to cry.
But, never look back to retry.
You only have one life – keep changing, with Christ!
But, instead of fancy illustrations, I simply answer my sister, with a smile, and say, “I miss when I was little, but I love that I know you now!”
Change, is okay!
Jesus loves you!!
For Jesus, first, and still always is reminding me, (even through purple hippos,) that He loves me!
(Find your purple hippo… Everyday!)