I love boxes I have a ton of them in my garage right now. They are good for storing items that you want to use for later or for just getting out of the way, like when you need to stage your house to sell it. They are really useful for moving-and Lord knows I have used my share of them for that.
They keep things neat and tidy until you are ready to open them up.
Do you know what else boxes are good for? Memories. Specifically those of people.
I have a tendency to keep people in tidy little boxes in my mind. It's the place where I hold my memory of you captive. Do you do this? Have a memory of someone or a perception of them and it never changes. In my mind that is who they are for infinity.
It's kinda like seeing a child and then not seeing them again for, say, 10 years. And when you see the older version of them you can't believe that all this time has passed and they are now older. In your mind you still see them as the child, the baby that they were. No way can they be this older person standing in front of you now!
I only recently realized how I was keeping people in my virtual mind boxes. Like in their own little time warp.
I don't like the fact that I keep people stuck in my time machine box, but it's always been this way.
I know I am not who I was one year ago much less 10, so why do I hold other's captive? I was struck with this realization some time ago and it surprised even me.
But, yet there they are.
This problem has made me wonder, Do I have trouble forgiving and giving grace? yuck.
When I see or hear of someone from the past I still think of the same person they were way back when, what what they said or did, still feels like it just happened yesterday. I don't give them the chance to show me they have changed because I'm convinced way down they are the same person.
You're in my box. You're trapped.
If you prove me wrong you are the only fool for not knowing the wrong in your ways.
So, I guess this means it's time to clean house and get rid of the little boxes I have stored up in my memory. I'm ready to let go of my boxes.
You can come out of your box now. Out you go.
I can't hold people captive in my mind anymore. It's not fair to assume that people never change, grow, or mature. Or aren't even sorry for the ways they've hurt you in the past.
I'm going to allow you to grow and be the older and wiser version of yourself. your welcome.
There may be things about your personality that I don't ever like or agree with. But no one stays the same.
Most of us are sorry for things we have done in the past even if we don't get the opportunity to say the words to the person we offended.
With grace, and by the grace of God, I'm letting you out because I don't have any more room in my head for things that don't really matter.
I'm filling that space with things that do and with things that count.
So, there you go, I'm opening the boxes, and flinging them wide open. You are free. Free to grow and be who you are, no longer my little captive. I wish you the best.
And I'm going to try and keep my head box- free from now on :)
Do you have any old perceptions of people that maybe it's time to let go of?
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