Motherhood Raising boys

A simple box

There it was in the living room, a simple brown cardboard box. At one point in this boxes life, it was privilege to house generations of pictures of our family. Now, it was tossed to the side, prepared to meet its next phase in life—recycling. I left it there in the living room, totally expecting to return to it later that evening to send it to its next destination.

Upon returning to the room, what do I find? Three boys who have turned the once useless box into a castle in which they were knights protecting their mother who is the queen. Then shortly thereafter, the box was able to transform into a red race car that won the race. I saw them sitting in that box rocking back and forth yelling “Go. Go.” To those boys that box represented all sorts of new opportunities and unlimited hours of play, but to me that simple box had served it purpose and I was ready to let it go.

Sometimes, we can be like that box. To the world, they may try to limit us by our age, race, economic status, or education. They may try to keep us bound by our mistakes, our flaws, or our weaknesses. They may even think we no longer serve a purpose, leaving us feeling uninvited, unwanted, or undervalued. But looking at the joy on the faces of my boys, God reminded me that just like that box-unlimited potential is in us too. Christ is not limited by our mistakes or our flaws. He is not bound by our race, our age, or our education. His plan for us is bigger than anything we can even fathom. What joy!

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