What a nice shiny box all covered with glitter and gold being
presented before me. I can’t imagine how great this must be. I will just wait
until I get home to unwrap it. I must be really special to receive a gift
because I didn’t even ask for one and it isn’t a special day. It is wrapped so
nicely, I don’t really care what is inside. I loved my shiny gift, wrapped so
perfectly just for me. I treated it like treasure, placing it on the mantle for
the entire world to admire. Everyone should know that this is mine, all mine.
Over time the glitter began to fall first exposing the gold that had lost its luster. Each day as I handled it, I noticed that this
might not be gold at all. There is no more shine. One day while holding my
treasure a knife protruded from the side, piercing my heart. No problem, I will
just repair the damage and love the box more so it won’t do that again. I will
cover it in a thick wrapping of care and concern and edification. While I am at
it, let me place a shield of armor over the piercing on my heart. Let me shield
the lesson and protect it for future reference. I won’t ever forget where that
knife came from and how it hurt.
I don’t understand! How did this knife get through my
wrapping? How did it find the unshielded place of my heart? Pierced again. Time
and again I re-wrap the box with thicker wrappings of love. I even put some
glitter on it to make it feel special. Time and again I place another piece of
armor over the piercing until there isn’t anymore of my heart exposed. I am all
out of wrapping for my gift. I have nothing left to give. So I look inside my
heart behind all the armor. Maybe there is something there I can give. I find
lesson after lesson after lesson. When I covered it, there was hurt but when I
returned to my heart, it was healed. My
heart thanked me and I was puzzled.
My heart spoke:
I am so full
of love as I always have been. I was broken when you neglected me for your new
treasure. From me flows the springs of life; I determine your life’s direction.
No other treasure can take my place. I thank you for shielding me. It gave me
time to heal. The armor protected the purpose that I hold for you. With each
piercing, more purpose. It is safe now. You won’t hurt anymore. Take off the
armor. Release your passion. Walk in your purpose. I love you. One last thing…
Next time unwrap the box before you take it home.
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