That Old Frog

...with a new eye

That Old Flowered Frog

With a shoestring and a square knot I could hold the two sides of the box together, but it would never make it through the rain. Its not that I really need this silly old frog; but… well he is a symbol of friendship to me. As an orphan kid, moving from home to home, he really was the only consistant friend in my life. My great grandmother made him for me; at least that’s how the story goes and although he is flowered and the size of a huge pillow… he has been around for I guess almost 45 years. Its hard to imagine those early days, when being alone felt so overwhelming that I would run away just to see if someone would come looking for me; but so often nobody came.

 I remember having the opportunity to be adopted and feeling like maybe my new family would like that flowered frog as much as I did. I had loved the eyeball right off of that old frog. Perhaps we could put a new eye where now there was a blue piece of fabric. I used to believe it was cool to have a flowered frog that was a part-time pirate.

 So, today I will once again set aside this old frog; remembering well the moments of comfort he gave.

 What I have discovered is that when Jesus comes into a life; that life forever will be different. It experiences freedom from the “make believe”, symbols of friendship. Jesus is more than a Savior to me. He is a Friend… the real kind, the kind that loves back. He has become the Friend that sticks closer than a brother (Prov 18:24).  

…even closer than that old flowered frog; which if I’m honest, are some pretty tough flippers to fill.

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