Other Books by or Coauthored by
John Trent
The Blessing
Breaking the Cycle of Divorce
The Gift of Honor
Heartshift
The Language of Love
Life Mapping
Love Is a Decision
Superhero Swamp
The 2-Degree Difference
The Treasure Tree
The Two Sides of Love
2007 by John Trent, PhD
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Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data
Trent, John T.
Chasing skinny rabbits : what leads you into emotional and spiritual exhaustionand what can lead you out / John Trent.
p. cm.
Includes bibliographical references.
ISBN 978-0-8499-1960-2 (hardcover)
ISBN 978-0-7852-8950-0 (IE)
1. Christian life. I. Title.
BV4501.3.T7325 2007
248.4dc22
2007030144
Printed in the United States of America
07 08 09 10 QW 5 4 3 2 1
This book is dedicated to my wife, Cindy, and to our daughters, Kari and Laura. All three do a great job of keeping me real and arent afraid to speak up if they see me chasing after Skinny Rabbits. May each of their paths always be blessed and ever lead toward Gods bestand away from Skinny Rabbit Trails!
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While any honest acknowledgments could go on for pages, Id like to give special thanks to five people who had an important part in shaping and taking this book on Skinny Rabbits seriously. The first two are publishers Byron Williamson and Joey Paul, for first sharing with me the idea that came to be called Chasing Skinny Rabbits. To John Fornof and Cedric Hornstadt, deepest thanks are due as well; to John for sharing his award-winning skills as a screenwriter to make characters in this book come alive, and for Cedrics outstanding drawing skills that have done a wonderful job of capturing Skinny Rabbits in art for this book and our Skinny Rabbit E-mail Alertavailable to send to a friend or family member whom you think is chasing a Skinny Rabbit at www.StrongFamilies.com or www.skinnyrabbits.com. at www.StrongFamilies.com or www.skinnyrabbits.com. Thanks are due as well to my very patient and professional book agent, Lee Hough, at Alive Communications. He has been a loyal friend for almost three decades and a wise and greatly valued counselor when it comes to all things books for almost a decade. My deepest thanks to all these and to all who, for sake of space, go unnamed.
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BEWARE THE
SKINNY RABBIT!
The bravest and strongest hunters of the village gathered by the flickering embers of the campfire. Their dogs lay quietly nearby, dreaming of the hunt to come. The magnificent Great Stag had been seen again. Farmers had spotted the immense creature standing proudly high on the crags. Travelers caught glimpses of it bounding through the woods. Women and children insisted they had seen a grand, noble animal that looked like an enormous deer disappearing into the morning fog or standing at the edge of a field at twilight. Whats more, they had found its trackshuge prints in plowed fields or in rain-washed roads. Yes, there was no doubt about it; the Great Stag was on the move.
THE HUNT FOR THE GREAT STAG
Each hunter gazed into the fire, his eyes gleaming not only with firelight but also with hope. Each prayed it would be his dogs that found the trail of the Great Stag and that his eyes would be the first to catch sight of the creature. They hunted this Stag not to kill the magnificent animal, for it was told that to the one who captured it alive would pass down power, insight, and untold wealth fit to benefit generations.
In the morning a battle cry arose from the mighty men. Quickly they gathered their kit, mounted their mighty steeds, and swept into the forest. On and on they rode, through wilderness and forest, over hill and dale, through stream and glade, hounds baying in the excitement of the chase.
For days and days the hunt went on. At times the hunters grew weary, but each new sighting of the Great Stags tracks renewed their energy. The Great Stag was elusive, and they knew the chase would not be easy. But the prize was worth every effort, so they pressed on.
After many days of trekking through bush and briar, the dogs were tired, and the hunters were dog-tired. All were famished. Their food supply was diminishing, and daily rations had become too meager to fill the gnawing emptiness in their bellies. Nonetheless, before the morning fog had lifted the next day, the men mounted and took up their chase.
With the hunting dogs far in front, one man in the middle of the pack of hunters glimpsed something moving to his right. Something moving swiftly through the fog. Surely it was the Great Stag! He spurred his mount, moving quickly away from the others, and soon spotted the movement again. Each time he was ready to give up the chase, there came a flash of movement that spurred him on again. The hunter followed doggedly, going deeper and deeper into the unknown forest, farther and farther away from his companions. At last, his persistence paid off. He had run his foe into a narrow box canyon. Finally, his prey was right in front of him! But instead of the Great Stag... it was a rabbit. A Skinny Rabbit at that.
Exhilaration turned to exhaustion for the Hunter. The long-eared creature that had drawn him so far off course was only now shown to be unworthy of the chase. This rabbit was thin as a hemlock twig, and its scrawny bones had no meat on them. The warrior turned away in disappointment and disgust and swung wearily into his saddle. He had wasted his time and much-needed energy, and by following a rabbit trail instead of the real trail, he had fallen far behind his companions.
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