"Walk By Faith, Not By Sight" 2 Corinthians 5:7
Meet Mr. Bearly. He is loving, mind, a great hugger, and even better listener. Mr. Bearly was introduced to me on December 25, 1992, my first Christmas. He sat at the top of my stocing, waiting for my little hands to embrace his once fluffy body.
He’s been through a lot. Numerous moves, heart breaks, nights where I couldn’t sleep.
I don’t remember every detail of every christmas, but he has always been there. He would be cradled in my arms as my siblings and I would race down the hallway to our stockings, an ironic thing to thin about, where we were first introduced. He’s lost a noise box turner, and some fuzz through the years too.
I’ve gotten a lot of good presents throughout my life, but I think Mr. Bearly will always be at the too. He is a reminder of home. And whenever I need comfort, or a shoulder to cry on, when I’m alone, he will be there.
What was your first Christmas like? Do you have a special stuffed animal that has been your favorite?