What’s in the box is what matters.
The gift. Don’t give up until you find it.
It’s always there. Hidden. Somewhere.
These things that happen to you,
don’t think they are somehow the contents.
No, they are just the box.
And what’s in the box is what matters.
Hidden in plain view. Waiting.
The gift may be your very own resiliency
hidden in the box called, “Why My Life Sucks.”
The gift may be your inherent resourcefulness
hidden in the box called “Scared of Scarcity.”
The gift may be your innate resolve
hidden in the box called “Ambivalence or Whatever.”
The gift could be just about anything, couldn’t it?
So many gifts inside each of us. Waiting.
Waiting to be discovered, engaged, enjoyed.
Maybe more than we can open in a lifetime,
and what if this is each box’s real purpose:
To keep us pulsating, if sometimes palpitating,
while motheringly teaching us
to open ourselves to our gifts, our giftedness,
and to the giftedness of others. All others.
It makes me wonder, wonder a lot.
Maybe you really are God’s gift to the world.
Maybe I am, too.
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