Now the earth was formless and empty, darkness was over the surface of the deep . . . (Genesis 1:2 NIV)
Staring at the empty box in the middle of the room, pausing midday to meditate. Summoning energy to move on to the next thing, but instead . . .
I stepped into the box to see if I fit inside. Sitting cross-legged and scrunched, I felt confined, yet safe. I let my mind meander. I thought of Patrick who uses abandoned boxes to build his inner world. I thought of friends who have moved or will be moving to other places. I wondered what I box in. I wondered what exists outside of the box. I felt childlike. Imagination chimed in with questions: Is this your boat? Are you flying a bi-plane? Or are you floating in a tube down the spring-fed Black River?
Then I thought, “What if my husband comes upstairs and sees me sitting in a box? ”
I quickly and clumsily climbed out of the box.
What would you do with an empty box?
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This gave me a giggle on an otherwise trying day! Hugs!
Glad to bring a giggle to your space. And a smile to your face. I giggled at myself, and it was fun to sit in a box for a while today…makes me want to go get a big one to build a summer fort. 🙂
Kel:
You have given me something to ponder in my mind.
Cecelia- I like how God can use simple everyday objects or events to get us thinking about Him. I also thought, I hope I’m not trying to keep God in a box.
I might just climb into it, and think a lot of thoughts, and remember all the wonderful worlds my little brother and I thought up using carboard boxes—and then worry that my husband might walk in and find me sitting inside a box, and get me out of there!
Too bad we have to feel self-conscious (or worse) about following childlike-wonder things!
Thanks for this post! I love seeing you here!
Nice to see you hear, Sylvia! I just couldn’t help myself. I love the creative ways that God invites us to embrace our childlike moments. I tend to box God in and think He only relates to me in certain ways. I really felt invited to sit in that box today and then share the joy of it and the wonder of the experience here today.
Ah… empty boxes. I need to fill them w/ stuff of which to rid myself. Also, Kel, and I surely know this is not the intent of your post whatever, I suddenly thought of migrant children who are being housed in cages, boxes of sorts, apart from their parents. Your post is lovely, and as I said, had nothing to do w/ my thought association, but I had just watched the news, and that’s what I thought, and it grieved me. I think back to our playshop and how children and adults need to be free to play. Keep thinking and playing outside the box. You do it so well! 🙂
Love
Lynni
Lynni- I love how God uses a word picture to give us associations to whatever is going on in life. The poor treatment of the children is truly something to grieve about. I am thankful for play, but also for times to lament. I think an empty box has a lot of ideas with it. Love-Kel