In a box...

"Fox. Socks. Box. Knox. Knox in box. Fox in socks. Knox on fox in socks in box. Socks on Knox and Knox in box. Fox in socks on box on Knox. ... And here's a new trick, Mr. Knox... socks on chicks and chicks on fox. Fox on clocks on bricks and blocks. Bricks and blocks on Knox on box." And so it goes in "Fox in Socks."

I've been thinking a lot about boxes. Not necessarily the physical boxes so much, but the mental boxes. The tendency we all have to put people in a box.
We have one for work, one for school, one for church, one for this and one for that. But what would happen if we let those around us out of the box? What would we find? Would we be willing to accept people for the way they are or would we want to quickly stuff them back in the box we took them out of.

Have you ever thought about how you would describe your box? Is it a cardboard box or a treasure box? There is so much pressure from our society to be "perfect", to be the most glamourous of treasure boxes, that when we don't live up to that expectation we think we're just a worthless cardboard box that someone has dumped in the trash.

But consider for a moment the cardboard box and all it's uses. We use it to move things, store things, ship things across the miles, and if you're like my family, you save those boxes and use them again and again and again. But the point I'm trying to make here is we always come back to the cardboard box, while the shiny treasure box just sits on a shelf - collecting dust, until one day it's packed away in yes, a cardboard box and long forgotten.

We have to look beyond the box - and look at what's inside. That's where the true treasure is. And we have to allow people in our lives to see inside our box as well. We have so much to share and give as long as we're willing to open the box.