Why didn’t I think of this?
This past week I read an article in Real Simple magazine called “Inside the God Box” written by Mary Lou Quinlan which really moved me. I don’t know about you but it seems like my life is a constant battle between living life fully and allowing my by anxieties to govern it. But every so often I need to be reminded that there is a higher power who will help me with this struggle-God.
Quinlin shared her Mother’s powerful example.
“She was my one-stop problem-solver with her own secret weapon: the God Box, her simple way of coping with the stresses of life. It wasn’t anything fancy, just a series of trinket boxes filled with her typed or handwritten requests on behalf of me; my younger brother, Jack; and the love of her life, our father, Ray. Mom would scrounge up any old piece of paper—the back of a receipt, a torn paper towel, or a while-you-were-out slip sufficed—date it, and write, “Dear God,” followed by her concern of the moment, which ran the gamut from big (“Please let our house sell today”) to small (“Please let Mary Lou’s Pergo floor be the right choice”). She would sign many of the scraps “Thank you, God. Sincerely, Mary,” gently fold them into tiny origami, and tuck them into the box.
Then, she believed, God would take over.”
So, it got me to thinking. What would the scraps of papers say that I put into my God Box? They’d probably say something like:
( Read the complete article at Real Simple.)