Promises Promises

The Lord is not slack concerning his promise, as some men count slackness; but is longsuffering to us-ward, not willing that any should perish, but that all should come to repentance.

2 Peter 3:9

As Christians we are so fortunate to have a God who fulfills his promises. He is faithful in every way and we are truly blessed to have one constant in an ever changing world.  Keeping our promises on the other hand is sometimes a different story.

Our daughter has an obsession, it's Winnie the Pooh.  She loves the little fuzzy, stuffed with fluff bear.  She loves reading any of our Pooh books and she would sit and watch any of her Pooh videos for hours if I would let her.  She can't go to sleep without her Nite-Nite Pooh and no tea party is complete without her daytime Pooh.  At a recent Salvation Army trip Ivy picked out a hard plastic Pooh doll as her toy.  I should have been wise enough to see the inherent problems with a hard plastic Pooh doll, but it was only 10 cents.

Almost immediately after we got Pooh home, you guessed it, he broke.  He was decapitated after being banged on the floor.  I assured Ivy that when Daddy got home he would fix Pooh.  For the rest of the afternoon all I heard was "Da-Da fih Pooh, Da-Da fih Pooh."  I assured Ivy that he would.  Well night time rolls around and Ivy forgot, which meant so did we.  Unfortunately she remembered the following day after Craig went to work.  I was in for another day of hopeless begging for her poor broken Pooh.  Unfortunately once again we all forgot, and it wasn't until a few days after "the incident" that my husband was able to Gorilla Glue the bears head back on his body.

The next morning Ivy was of course happy but she could tell Pooh was different.  She didn't have too long to investigate because he broke, again.  Now not only did we have a broken Pooh doll but we needed to come up with a better way to fix him.  My husband was eventually able to rig something up using pliers and an old wire coat hanger.  Pooh's head now stayed on but he was definitely different, more like a bobble-head now.  Maybe Ivy won't notice.

The moment we gave Ivy her precious Pooh, she takes a look at him and hands him back to her father and says, "Da-Da fih Pooh."  For the remainder of the afternoon she refused to play with Pooh and insisted that my husband fix him.  We told her multiple times that he was fixed but she refused to believe us.

After several days of pestering to fix Pooh, my husband finally told Ivy that he would get her a new Pooh.  All day long all I heard was "Da-Da geh noooh Pooh, Da-Da geh nooh Pooh."  On his lunch break my husband scoured the thrift store, but not a single Pooh was to be found, except of course a video.  Luckily it was one we didn't own, but he wasn't sure if it would fly with Ivy.  When he got home the first thing out of Ivy's mouth was of course, "Nooh Pooh?"  He showed her the video and then she said, "Watch Nooooh Pooh."  Apparently my husband's gift was sufficient, and we haven't heard a single thing about the broken Pooh since.  Thank goodness we finally fulfilled our end of the unspoken contract we had with our daughter.  I don't think we ever would have been able to forget it.


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