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GOD AND MY BOX OF CRAYONS
{Allegory}
One day I received a big box of crayons on my computer
screen. It was marked:
To My Beloved Child
With love, from Heaven.
As I clicked on the lid to see so many crayons sent from
heaven I was overwhelmed with the depth, nuances and
flavors of expression. There were so many colors, each
unique but all effecting one another. Many colors were
different than what I was used to, and some were the
same. I first noticed they were organized to reflect
similar shades together. But another section was
organized in opposite contrasts. Some colors were blaw
but when put next to another, it made the combination
show a reflection I hadn’t seen before. The colors came
in swirls and lines and dots and shapes. The vastness
of how each part interrelated was so amazing.
My eye stopped on one color I didnt like at all and that
was okra. Yuck, that had to go. I clicked on okra and
pushed delete. When the okra disappeared, it took all
of the okra out of the box. I had not realized that
okra had been blended in among the colors and shapes.
In that instant the colors all changed, the shapes
became smaller by one color; the box adjusted and
reduced in size. That was better but with okra now
gone, the color closest to it suddenly looked like
okra. I clicked on it and it was gone. My colors all
changed and my box shrunk. I thought I remembered what
okra looked like and decided anything that was similar
to that color needed to be culled out of my box. One by
one I started clicking delete and my box changed and
reduced.
Finally I had worked through all the colors to my
liking. The shapes, lines, dot and swirls were either
missing or something very different than what was given,
but they appealed to me and I was satisfied. The colors
in my box were rather primary and simple but I
remembered that okra and decided this was fine for me.
Years passed and I no longer remembered okra or the time
that I had worked through my box. I started to notice
other people had boxes that were much bigger than my own
and they were passionately using their boxes of many
colors and their boxes were expanding with even greater
colors and reflections. Why was my box so small? Try
as I could, I was not able to change its size and so I
sent a letter to heaven asking for a bigger box.
Heaven responded very sadly that each color in the box
sent to me had represented a shade of its Creator. It
contained His heart, His thoughts, His feelings, His
depth and the very essence of Who He was and how He uses
everything in our lives for His purpose and good.
Heaven told me I had deleted weakness, and judgment,
sickness, and vessels of dishonor. I had deleted
accountability for seeds I had sowed and warnings of
being friends with the world. I had deleted that the
Creator hides Himself and reveals Himself to those who
listen and seek Him. I had deleted that He speaks in
mysteries and parables for a purpose and that to know
Him clearly was costly.
I had deleted that the Creator uses evil as instruments
of judgment and discipline with all things working
together for good; that nothing escapes His Sovereign
eye as He watches over me. I had deleted that when I
judge others, I am judged by the same measure. I had
deleted what happens when I dont forgive or when I dont
ask for forgiveness. I had deleted that I would be
treated exactly as I had treated others. I had deleted
that sin produces death of everything abundant and
good.
He told me that His thoughts were not my thoughts and
His ways were not my own. And when I was done, my box
of Who He was to me, had set the boundaries of my mind
about the scripture, my faith, and how He could reach me
and affect my life.
After I saw the fruit of my errors, I told Him I was
very sorry for not accepting Him as He really was and
asked Him for another box. In His infinite mercy, He
forgave me and then surprised me. He said that the box
of colors was in His Word and I could pick it up anytime
I pleased and use the colors He had provided. He told
me this time not to throw away any color, but respect
each Word as a portion of Who He is, for He does not
change; He is the same yesterday, today and forever and
He uses everything in my life for good.
Mark 4:24-25 NKJV
Then He said to them, "Take heed what you hear. With
the same measure you use, it will be measured to you;
and to you who hear, more will be given. For whoever
has, to him more will be given; but whoever does not
have, even what he has will be taken away from him."
James 1:17 NKJV
Every good gift and every perfect gift is from
above, and comes down from the Father of lights, with
whom there is no variation or shadow of turning.
Heb 13:8 NKJV
Jesus Christ is the same yesterday , today, and
forever. |
