The Master's Box

I wrote this quite some time ago. It's funny how God gives me words like these and I have no idea why.
I know they were written out of my heart for someone else. Somedays I get selfish and wonder who is gonna take care of me when I crash from taking care of everyone else.

Today I crashed, a wee bit. Folded my arms, stomped my feet, asked God "what are you thinking?!?" It's been a long day. As I was trying to wind down and just breathe my sweet Jesus reminded me of these words. I've only ever shared them privately. Today my heart hurts and the pieces are all jagged. My eyes fill with tears way more than my pride can deal with. These words are His rainbow to this little girl's storm.

The Master's Box

There is a box handcrafted out of the finest of all porcelain, pure, clean and perfect. The box sets safely in the hands of its Master Builder. The Master holds His box with the utmost of care and tenderness. He watches over it and keeps it from harm. 

The Master allows the box to suffer through the everyday world. Things come in and things go out. All the while the box is in His hands. 

Some days, though, the box trembles. The Master holds on tighter for He knows what's next. In a flash His box, His most precious design, shatters. Sometimes the pieces are too numerous to count. The Master holds all of the pieces of His box in His hands, He sifts through the rubble, tossing out doubt, fear, rage, hurt, sorrow and anger. He takes each piece and intricately rebuilds his box. 

Tears stream down his cheek for the trials His box must endure. It hurts Him so to watch it shatter but He knows each single piece becomes stronger with every restoration. He gets straight to His work and painstakingly restores His precious box until, once again, His box, made of precious porcelain, is whole again. 

Never once through the shattering, the sifting or the rebuilding does the box leave the safe refuge of His Masters loving hands.

Maria Alonge 6.11.07