We have often talked about boxes in our couples group. And not because we move alot.
We talk about boxes because the ladies in our group have learned that our guys have boxes. In their head. I’m not exactly privy to how it all works, because I’m not a guy (duh). But it appears that they have a box for every single thing that goes on in their life.
When they are at work – they are thinking, feeling, talking, etc., through the work box. And there’s probably even small boxes inside the work box like different projects and jobs they have to do.
When they are home, mowing the lawn, they are in the at home mowing the lawn box.
When they are watching tv, they are in the watching tv box.
When they are outside planting trees, they are in the planting trees box. (Right Craig and Rebecca : ))
At first I think us ladies were like “Oh my word, your boxes make my life so miserable and I wish you would just get out of whatever box you are in and think like a woman!”
But now? Now I wish I had a box.
I’m not really jealous of the boxes. Except most of the time when I am.
I know that God created us uniquely for a purpose. Male and female He created them. He didn’t created men with boxes and then when it got to us He decided to take a nap and so we didn’t get boxes. No, the ways that we are wired and created are purposeful from the Creator.
But some days, what I wouldn’t give to put some of my stuff in a box.
Stuff like how to teach and train the kids and when do I work this week and how do I love my family and what to make for supper and how much laundry is there and I need to get groceries and where is the dog and it’d be nice to hang out with friends next week and I miss my mom and dad and I wonder if Pat will take me to a movie this weekend and I need to dust and did I give the kids their vitamins and I really need to lose weight and I should mop the floor and I really need to lose weight and how do I respect Pat and I need to make time to have a devotion and I need to clean out the fridge and do the dishes and clean the bathrooms and do more laundry and I’m so excited to see my sister next week and where are we gonna watch fireworks and I hope it doesn’t rain but we really need more rain and I have to weed the garden before it rains…
And that’s all before I even get out of bed.
It’s like one big gigantic box instead my head that I can’t sort through or stop.
Some days it’s just how it is and you make it work and it’s no big deal.
But other days it all rambles together and it all feels like madness.
Despite the chaos of the this great big box, there is one constant that I need to lean on.
I’m so thankful for it. For His peace and whispers of calm. And when I’m not so stubborn I can leave everything with Him and know that it’ll all turn out ok.
In peace I will lie down and sleep, for you alone, Lord, make me dwell in safety. Psalm 4:8
Peace I leave with you; my peace I give you. I do not give to you as the world gives. Do not let your hearts be troubled and do not be afraid.
He stilled the storm to a whisper; the waves of the sea were hushed.