Mr. Fluffy
Just when we think our hearts are filled to capacity with our loved ones, something happens to show us these hearts were created with some type of Divine elasticity to love ad infinitum. How could a creature that sleeps all day and runs all night, shut down the 3 Bros Flying Circus?
Hysterical tears, catatonia, and against all odds frantic closet cleaning – just one day after meeting this little pin eyed, overweight ball of fluff. Love, regardless of the object or how long experienced, is a powerful thing. One of my Pastors once told us not to disparage puppy love because puppy love is true love to the puppy.
This year my eight year old son wanted one main gift for Christmas, a hamster. If I had known that he was going to ask for a pet before hand, I would not have tricked him into giving us his Santa list. (If you don’t know this story of intrigue and deceit you must read one of my previous posts: Code Word “Selfie”: The Ringmaster, Santa and the Great Deception.)
The day after receiving the new member of our family, Micah asked our entire Church congregation to pray that Mr. Fluffy would not get lost or hurt. That same night, after playing with Mr. Fluffy, Micah returned him to his cage and joined us in the family room for a rowdy game of Slamwich. (A super fun card game that involves quick reflexes and a lot of luck).
Family game night over, we retreated to our bedrooms where we heard these dreaded words. “WHERE IS MR. FLUFFY?!?!?” Handsome hubby and I ran into our son’s room and peppered him with questions. Isn’t he in his cage? Did you close the cage door? What do you mean you didn’t lock it? Micah crying inconsolably shouted “I DIDN’T KNOW HE WAS SO SMART!”
All five of us, now struck by cupids arrow for the super smart, super cute Mr. Fluffy – were now all on the verge of tears frantically searching everywhere. We cleaned closets, shoveled nerf weapons and dirty pajamas from under the boys beds all to no avail. Just as we were about to call off the search for the night we heard, “Here he is!” Mr. Fluffy had walked right up to middle son Caleb and was ready for his adventure to end.
That night we realized that our hearts had been expanded and Mr. Fluffy was already a much loved member of our flying circus! That night I also realized that just as Micah cares for Mr. Fluffy, our Heavenly Father also cares for his little creatures and more importantly, the Heavenly Father cares for Micah. Our capacity to love greatly reflects the deep love of the Father who even answers the prayers of an eight year old about his beloved Mr. Fluffy.
Until next time…Fly high and dazzle ’em!
~ The Ringmaster
Are not two sparrows sold for a cent? And yet not one of them will fall to the ground apart from your Father. But the very hairs of your head are all numbered. So do not fear; you are more valuable than many sparrows. Matthew 10:29-31
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