One of my friend's art expressions class had to fill a box with items to represent them. Any kind of box/container was accepted. One student used a guitar case; my friend used a shoe box. The then had to present the items in their box, explaining its representation, and talking about themselves for ten minutes.
In telling us about this project, I asked my friend what she put in her box.
"A guitar pick because I'm learning guitar. A flip flop because I'm from the beach. Pictures of my family and my best friends. A puzzle piece because I love puzzles. My favorite scarf because fashion is really important to me..."
She went on for a long time trying to remember all of the items in her box.
"Oh, and I put in a Book of Common Prayer because I couldn't put in a Bible," she said.
"Why couldn't you put in a Bible?" I figured maybe it was a class rule.
"It didn't fit."
I continued to listen patiently but inside my heart was breaking. We all pack our life box and realize God doesn't "fit" into the plan we've created. We take everything out, rearrange a little bit, and realize everything's not going to fit. Some thing's going to have to go. But what? We're attached to everything. Letting go of anything is a painful part of life. But, unfortunately, it's necessary. Sometimes God asks us to say good bye to hobbies, relationships, locations, traditions...
The question is: are you building your life box around Him or are you trying to fit Him in at the last second?
PS: What would you put in your life box?
Mine: my Bible, my iPod (we'll pretend I have a working one), my Writer's Notebook, my purple Nalgene, my phone, some hand sanitizer (of course), lotion, the ring and cross necklace I wear daily, a glassblown cup, a scrapbook, and my passport (for journeys past and present), and a book to read all in a Louis M. Martini wine box to represent my cultural heritage.