Day 13: Are you Real?
Who Am I?
Who Are you?
Are you REAL?
I will let the Skin Horse from TheVelveteen Rabbit by Margery Williams Bianco tell you:
“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 magic 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.
"When you are REAL you don't mind being hurt." "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. "The Boy's Uncle made me REAL," he said.
"That was a great many years ago; but once you are
REAL you can't become unreal again. It lasts for always.”
Who are you?
Who am I?
If you are living and breathing and reading this
you have been through the process of
And we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love him,
who have been called according to his purpose.
For those God foreknew He also predestined to be conformed to the image of His Son, that he might be the firstborn among many brothers and sisters.
And those He predestined, he also called; those He called, he also justified;
those he justified, He also glorified. Romans 8:28-30
Loved back together~
“Weeks passed, and the little Rabbit grew very old and shabby, but the Boy loved him just as much. He loved him so hard that he loved all his whiskers off, and the pink lining to his ears turned grey, and his brown spots faded. He even began to lose his shape, and he scarcely looked like a rabbit any more, except to the Boy. To him he was always beautiful, and that was all that the little Rabbit cared about. He didn't mind how he looked to other people,
because the nursery magic had made him
and when you are
shabbiness doesn't matter.”
From Rags to Riches
Who Am I?
Who Are You?