Picking up the piece of our lives
Published 12:17 pm Saturday, February 19, 2022
By Ronnie Michel
Picture it. February 14, 2002. Victoria’s seven-year-old eyes slowly scanned the Valentine loot scattered on the kitchen table.
Pushing aside small white envelopes that bore her name, treat-filled plastic bags, and wrappings of the treats that didn’t survive the ride home, she reached for the large, red, heart-shaped box.
“And who is this for?” she asked, her voice filled with hope.
“Your Dad,” I said.
“Can I open it?”
“Well… okay,” Michael wouldn’t mind.
I continued, “Just don’t lose the little map inside. It lets you know where each type of candy is located.”
My husband doesn’t like surprises. With regards to candy and to life, he wants to know what’s in store for him before he sinks his teeth into it.
“Okay, I won’t lose it,” she happily promised as I left the kitchen.
Only moments after she ripped the cellophane from the candy that it had been protecting, Victoria found me in the study.
“I didn’t lose the map,” she quietly began, “but I dropped the box and all of the candy fell out and I don’t know where any of it belongs.”
In her defense, I never told her not to drop the candy. She followed me into the kitchen where we began to pick up the candy.
The bounty of strewn sweets began to dwindle as we attempted to return each piece to its proper place. It was a difficult task, except for the cashews. It’s easy to spot a nut, even when it is covered in chocolate and trying to masquerade as a candy.
And so it is with life…
Sometimes we drop the box. The pieces of our lives are then in disarray and suddenly we don’t know where anything belongs. Spouses, children, jobs, ministries, unspoken dreams, friends, and even nutty relatives (did I say that, or did I just think it?) vie for our attention. They all start to look the same, well…except for the nuts.
I am so grateful for God Who takes the scattered portions of my life and returns them to their proper place.
Even the nuts.