I counted five cotton-tail bunnies in various yards on my morning walk this weekend. Since we don't have a vegetable garden, and the rabbits haven't appeared to be doing any damage around our yard, we've just accepted their presence in this quiet urban neighborhood as charming. But this morning, I started wondering how they got here in the first place.
This moderate-sized North Texas town is urbanized, but there are still undeveloped, green fields less than a mile from the edge of many of the housing developments. I suppose it began with a couple of cotton-tails wandering too far, finding themselves in someone's back yard. I can imagine the conversation (translated from bunny-talk) that ensued. "Shall we stay here, or try to get back home?" "Hey, it's not bad here. Let's just hang out for a while." So they decided to stay where they were and make the best of it. And, the nature of bunnies being what it is, soon there were more. Lots more.
My point, if there is one to this narrative, is that sometimes we find ourselves in a situation or position that's not exactly what we'd choose for ourselves. We could try to run away from things, or we can stay there and make the best of it. If we do that, we have the opportunity to affect those around us in a positive fashion. Some of the things in my life now aren't going exactly the way I'd planned. But rather than moaning about the situation, I plan to stick it out, maybe even make a positive contribution. And, who knows? That may be why God put me in in that situation to begin with. Hey, maybe that's why the bunnies are here, away from their natural habitat--to remind people like me that it's okay to adapt and move on.