My grandpa always loved telling me the story about my getting lost in the woods. I was only three years old when I found this trail and followed it. I came across a tiny shed, a miniature house, with a front door and some windows. I peered in.
I remember hearing my name called by the edge of those woods. It was my mom and grandpa. I followed their voices all the way back home. Grandpa asked me where I had been. I said I had been hopping down the bunny trail.
Now, I think back and smile, knowing He is telling this story in heaven to all who will listen.
The Father has made it possible for me to see all my relatives again by giving us the gift of His eternal life. Jesus came later in my life, and found me in some dark woods. He brought me home, calling my name. He rescued me.
Authors Note: This is being submitted for the Easter Then/Easter Now Mini-Challenge.
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I love this story! I love the fact that you were lost in the woods and you followed your family member's voices and so were found. Then later in life you were lost spiritually and Jesus found you. Also, in this life we don't have the "Easter" that we will have face to face when we see Him and our relatives in glory.