While going through some things in my house, I came across so many different containers. Small boxes, small jars, shoe and boot boxes, all used to save items that may be useful in the future, or keepsakes and pictures. The little jars I went through had an assortment of nails, screws, picture hangers, and cup hooks, most of which will probably never leave the jar. But it seems silly to go buy a box of something you only need one of. I am convinced this collection deserves some space.
I remember as a child that a cigar box was quite treasured because it would hold all those little things important to small children, crayons, and colored pencils. A little girl could keep her ball and jacks in there, and maybe some pretty rocks or jewelry from a Cracker Jacks box. I still have a couple of those cigar boxes. It’s amazing what you can collect in them. I remember helping my boys make cars out of boxes. Given a good box, you are only limited by lack of imagination.
I would imagine that the Operation Christmas Child shoebox drive each year provides the recipients a place to keep their treasures. Who would think something as simple as a shoebox could bring so much joy? Perhaps it isn’t the box itself but the things the box will hold that matters most. It would certainly serve as a reminder that someone wanted to be sure others would receive gifts at Christmastime; someone cares.
We all collect something and those things need space, a container, to be stored in. I would guess the most important container we have is our heart. There are many things stored there. Important things -- not things we can take out and touch, but many useful things. What we store in our hearts can bring great joy and sometimes tears. No other human will really know exactly what we have stored there, but God knows.
Our lives are a window, yet the shades can be drawn in our hearts. At different times in our lives, we have to go through that container and see if there is anything there we should get rid of. We gain nothing when we carry too many things that give us a heavy heart. I’m reminded of Psalm 139:23-24, “Search me, O God, and know my heart; try me, and know my anxieties; and see if there is any wicked way in me, and lead me in the way everlasting.” He can really free up some space, which will leave more room for joy.
Have a great week and give God the glory!