The children and I packed up and left for the six-hour drive home, leaving Jimmy with Bunny. Driving away, a few tears ran down my cheeks. For Bunny, but for more than Bunny -- for everyone and everything we love.
For the way it hurts your heart when someone you love is hurt. For my mother's multiple strokes last fall. For friends whose child died unexpectedly. For a fellow church member whose nephew was hit by a car. For the pain of loss, loss of touch, loss of life, for the loss of those we love.
With my heart heavy, I remembered the morning before, Easter sunrise service on the beach. The sky and ocean a visual reminder of God's power and majesty. The Easter story, told again, proof that God can deliver anyone and do anything.
By noon, the news was promising -- Bunny was better. By three that afternoon, she was reported to be back to her normal Bunny self. After a quick pickup, she and Jimmy were on their way home, as well.
There was no explanation for her condition -- but Bunny was back.
That night, after greeting Bunny and seeing her whole body wag, Maggie and I knew that our prayers had been answered.
Bunny's Easter story of healing reminds me that God can do anything, if we ask, and that he loves us unconditionally, just like I love Bunny.