The Box of My Heart
When I was little, I always had this image of a rectangular box in my mind.
The box was just there in a dark room and light was only around the box and I stood next to the box.
Every time someone came by, they were curious about my box so I would open it up and reach in. I would grab out an item from the box and hand it to them with a smile. The person would then take the item and look at it and play with it and in the end they either threw it or broke it or damaged it and then they left. Leaving the damaged item on the floor. I would get down on my knees and pick up the broken pieces and sweep them back into the box with tears in my eyes.
As time passed, others would come and being curious and I would show them an item from the box but over and over again, they would just give it back damaged and I would cry while putting the pieces in my box.
I started becomes hesitant to open the box. Started being more cautious. People would come and sometimes I never opened the box and after time they would leave.
To keep the items safe, I would even put a chain around my box and lock it up.
But there would be the rare times I would open it and share my items but it never changed in the end. I started trusting less and less people. Even my own family for fear crept inside me.
One day though, a man came by in white. Glowing like the sun and without a word, he fixed the items in my box. I was so thankful to this man and wanted to know him more. I prayed to know more about him and prayed that I could serve him because I was thankful for his kindness and selfless love.
He didn't have to fix what was broken but he did anyways.
After years of praying when I was younger, he finally came to explain who he was and I knew even as a child that this was Jesus.
I got to get to know him more and more and he poured out his mercy on me and kept sharing his knowledge with me. I would be obsessed about him and he would fill me with much joy. I trusted him with everything in my box, knowing he will only do good.
It was last year in the month of July in 2017 when I met Jesus. He healed me and saved me. He didn't just give me joy but he became my joy and my hope. He continues to teach me more and more and opened to me the truth I was seeking for for so long.
The box , if you couldn't tell always represented my heart and how I would easily open up to people and how they always left me in pieces.
I started praying to God, asking that me send me just one friend that I could trust fully. I only wanted one friend because I knew it would be enough if I had just one person to trust who actually deeply cared for me. Someone like him so I can share my items with them but that's not exactly what he did. He gave me not one friend, but multiple friends that became my family. People who wouldn't damage me but instead encourage me and make me stronger. People with the same spirit as me for the spirit of God dwells in me. They are not perfect but they are perfect to me.
Though I still have friends and people that damage me over and over again and sometimes I share my items with the wrong people way too easily but Jesus always comes to fix me back up again.
I make plenty of mistakes. I embarrass myself way too much. I make a fool out of me too much. I don't always live the way I should and even I can hurt Jesus because of my actions. He still chooses to help fix me and love me.
I am truly grateful to him and thank him for those true friends and family he brought into my life. I'm not the best daughter of God but he knows i'm trying and as long as I keep walking forward even though I may get sidetracked, Jesus always corrects my steps.
Thank you Jesus for your saving grace and mercy!! Let your name be praised, let those who are broken come to you! There just never seems to be enough words or a good enough word that can thank you enough! I truly truly love you! What more can I say? Thank you!
God bless all of you who read this and I never thought I would share such a personal story out there for everyone to read, but I felt it was needed because it does get tiresome to always close up and to live in such fear of being broken. Maybe I just seem sappy and childish for this post but i'm ok with that. :)
Thanks again for reading and if you need a friend, I can't promise you i'm the best but Jesus sure is. Trust in him and follow him. Love you lots everyone! bye!!!!!!
Thelastreformation.com <=== check it out (also on YouTube as "The Last Reformation")
The box was just there in a dark room and light was only around the box and I stood next to the box.
Every time someone came by, they were curious about my box so I would open it up and reach in. I would grab out an item from the box and hand it to them with a smile. The person would then take the item and look at it and play with it and in the end they either threw it or broke it or damaged it and then they left. Leaving the damaged item on the floor. I would get down on my knees and pick up the broken pieces and sweep them back into the box with tears in my eyes.
As time passed, others would come and being curious and I would show them an item from the box but over and over again, they would just give it back damaged and I would cry while putting the pieces in my box.
I started becomes hesitant to open the box. Started being more cautious. People would come and sometimes I never opened the box and after time they would leave.
To keep the items safe, I would even put a chain around my box and lock it up.
But there would be the rare times I would open it and share my items but it never changed in the end. I started trusting less and less people. Even my own family for fear crept inside me.
One day though, a man came by in white. Glowing like the sun and without a word, he fixed the items in my box. I was so thankful to this man and wanted to know him more. I prayed to know more about him and prayed that I could serve him because I was thankful for his kindness and selfless love.
He didn't have to fix what was broken but he did anyways.
After years of praying when I was younger, he finally came to explain who he was and I knew even as a child that this was Jesus.
I got to get to know him more and more and he poured out his mercy on me and kept sharing his knowledge with me. I would be obsessed about him and he would fill me with much joy. I trusted him with everything in my box, knowing he will only do good.
It was last year in the month of July in 2017 when I met Jesus. He healed me and saved me. He didn't just give me joy but he became my joy and my hope. He continues to teach me more and more and opened to me the truth I was seeking for for so long.
The box , if you couldn't tell always represented my heart and how I would easily open up to people and how they always left me in pieces.
I started praying to God, asking that me send me just one friend that I could trust fully. I only wanted one friend because I knew it would be enough if I had just one person to trust who actually deeply cared for me. Someone like him so I can share my items with them but that's not exactly what he did. He gave me not one friend, but multiple friends that became my family. People who wouldn't damage me but instead encourage me and make me stronger. People with the same spirit as me for the spirit of God dwells in me. They are not perfect but they are perfect to me.
Though I still have friends and people that damage me over and over again and sometimes I share my items with the wrong people way too easily but Jesus always comes to fix me back up again.
I make plenty of mistakes. I embarrass myself way too much. I make a fool out of me too much. I don't always live the way I should and even I can hurt Jesus because of my actions. He still chooses to help fix me and love me.
I am truly grateful to him and thank him for those true friends and family he brought into my life. I'm not the best daughter of God but he knows i'm trying and as long as I keep walking forward even though I may get sidetracked, Jesus always corrects my steps.
Thank you Jesus for your saving grace and mercy!! Let your name be praised, let those who are broken come to you! There just never seems to be enough words or a good enough word that can thank you enough! I truly truly love you! What more can I say? Thank you!
God bless all of you who read this and I never thought I would share such a personal story out there for everyone to read, but I felt it was needed because it does get tiresome to always close up and to live in such fear of being broken. Maybe I just seem sappy and childish for this post but i'm ok with that. :)
Thanks again for reading and if you need a friend, I can't promise you i'm the best but Jesus sure is. Trust in him and follow him. Love you lots everyone! bye!!!!!!
Thelastreformation.com <=== check it out (also on YouTube as "The Last Reformation")
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