Self worth.. What is it? and who gives it to you?
How do you go from being fake to being real?
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Does it hurt?" asked the Rabbit.
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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 one, like being wound up," he asked, "or bit by bit?"
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It doesn't happen all at once," said the Skin Horse. "
You become. It takes a long time. That's why it doesn't often happen 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. "That was a great many years ago;
but once you are Real you can't become unreal again. It lasts for always."
The Rabbit sighed. He wished he could become Real without all of the uncomfotable things happening also.
The little boy ends up finding the bunny, and loving the bunny, and spending all of his time with the bunny. The boy represents God. God makes us real.
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.What God thinks is all we need to care about. Once you are real to God, you are free to show others who you really are too.... and then other people can see who you are in Christ as well.
The little boy ends up getting sick, and the bunny has to get thrown out. He is in a bag, waiting to be burned.. His head is sticking out of the top of the bag. A tear falls down his face as he realizes he can't be with the boy anymore. Where his tear falls, a flower sprouts up, and a fairy flies out of the flower.
"You were Real to the Boy," the Fairy said, "because he loved you. Now you shall be Real to everyone."
Let God make you real to everyone.
That's just something I'm trying to do.
Love you guys.
Later.
