My gosh it has been a while since I have last written on here. What a ride it has been. I remember starting this blog as if it were yesterday. The very reason i started this was to stay in contact with those who are far away, in hopes we could stay close. I do not know what I will write on, or how often I will do so, but I do know this is a platform I feel I need to utilize more. My life and my story are nothing remotely close to the box shape I will describe, but that is what makes it unique and significant all the same.
To all of you who know me, or know some of my story, the title of this should come to no surprise. Let me better explain. In life I believe we all have an image, a portrait, or some form of identity we try to keep. We have this "box" so to speak that we desire our life to be like. We want what comes to us to fit our mold, to adapt to our schedule, and we want to stay on track. But what happens when the box comes unglued and the edges no longer bind together keeping the shape? What then do we do? Run? Hide? Cower in fear? Better yet, do we try the glue the edges back together so no one sees our unraveling? Some of you, if like me, push those closest to you away. Regardless of what our box looks like, or how undone it is coming, those are the ones we hurt the most from actions, words, or silence.
Until only a few days ago, when reading my devotion, I had never really thought about this image. "If God intended for all your days to be easy, they would be. No, in grace, he intended for your days to be his tools of refinement." I read this two days ago and began to truly think about the idea. Not just my life, but the image and box that I put God in. Five years ago, if you were to ask me at the age of 30 if I would have been married and divorced, working for a third party logistics company, and own a dog, I would have told you that you have three strikes against you. Where did I see myself? Either working in Higher Education, at a college or university, or in the Allied Health field in some aspect. my major in college was Athletic Training. Both of which I love, enjoy completely, and could find a career in either. As you can see from the most obvious of examples, the box I had created for myself is not the shape I thought it would be. Until about a week or so ago, I fought this theme of my life and tried my best to deny that fact.
