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Topic: DULL (05/12/17)
- TITLE: Life is Like a Box of Crayons
By Sheila Bird
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Can you imagine a world without color? I remember as a child the thrill of opening a new box of crayons. The smell of those new crayons inspired a world of imagination where anything was possible. Each time I got a new box, I vowed never to break a single one. At first I handled them with tender loving care. But eventually, no matter how hard I tried, one by one my beloved crayons snapped into tiny pieces and I cast them aside.
I don’t really know what possessed me that day in the first grade; when I opened my little box of over-sized crayons built specifically for tiny hands and durability. All I know is that I was no longer happy with them. I glanced over at my classmate’s crayon box. Her crayons were still in pristine condition and I yearned for them. So immediately my six year old mind devised a plan to make them mine own.
After nap time, I cleverly pretended to still be asleep; knowing that the teacher would leave me there while the rest of the class went to recess. Once the coast was clear, I eased over to my classmate’s desk and stole her box of crayons. Since mine had my name on the box I had to deliberately take each stubby crayon out of my box and carefully place them into her box.
I was delighted that I was able to pull off such a grand idea. Recess ended and it was time for my favorite class, art. I couldn’t wait to open my newly acquired crayons, but when I did the most unexpected thing happened. My classmate opened hers and exclaimed, “Someone broke all of my crayons!”, and she began to cry. I wasn’t prepared for the overwhelming sense of guilt that came over me; but I couldn’t muster the courage to admit that I was responsible for that terrible deed.
Alas, no one ever found out it was me, and to this day I live with the painful reality that life is like a box of crayons. One day it is full of brilliant color and unlimited potential and the next it is dull, gray and full of self-inflicted doom.
The Psalmist David had everything a king could desire. His life was surrounded by servants and the most beautiful women in the world; but one day he glanced at his neighbor’s wife and lost sight of the consequences of sin. His actions started a dark storm that drained the color right out of his world.
If your life resembles a box of broken crayons, don’t throw out the pieces. There is hope. In agony David cried out to God for forgiveness. God’s grace restored a fallen king and it is sufficient for you.
Did you know that useless stubs of crayons can be melted down, molded and restored back to their original design? Reach for God. He can take your broken mess and transform it into a brilliant miracle? I can’t promise you that the melting and molding will be easy, but I know from experience the end result will be worth it.
Note: This is a true story.
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