Behind The Mirror

After church last Sunday, I went over to my storage unit. My Grandma wanted her cookbooks, the food processor and her dear old french fry pot. I also got the privilege of taking a few items over there to be place in the unit. Unfortunately, the unit is not packed to my specifcations, but at the time it was done I was so thankful for it to be done it did not even matter how it was done. The same is to say about a few of the boxes in the unit. As the packing process took place I labled every box and packed every item just as so. But there are a few things that slipped through the cracks because the time to go came faster than I ever antisipated. So when it came time to receive help I was just thankful for the help. However, I know these items that I was looking for were labled. I packed them. I labled them. No doubt. So, this should be a simple Sunday afternoon task…

Thankfully I was in the mood to unpack, reorganize, rearrange… The problem is I did this several times and placed, misplaced, climbed, bruised my hand and leg, cut my fingers and even came out of my shoes. I spent about two hours doing this and so far only found a heater, hair dryer and my movies. In other words, nothing I truly was sent for. I knocked down a box and shattered it’s contents. Oh, but wait… There’s the food processor.

Frustrated, bruised and injured, I stand there in the middle of the unit ready to cry. Not really, but I just knew if I returned home without the items I was sent for my name would be mud. So, I threw up my hands and said Lord if you could please point me in the right direction it would be greatly appreciated. I know I labeled the boxes. I’ve had my hand on pretty much every box in here, but I have yet to find what I need. Just as I was putting everything back in some type if order; about to give up and walk away. They could call me whatever they choose to at this point. It didn’t matter. I moved a mirror that I had moved when I started this process. I was just putting it back in place, but as I looked down the box next to it read as plain as day “cookbooks.” Now I know just as well as I knew I label the box that I had been over, around, under and right in front of that box the whole time.

It may sound silly, but I started rejoicing. Yes, it’s the little things. I did a praise dance right there in the middle if the unit. Why, you ask? Because in that moment The Lord made something clear to me. There are things in our lives that are just like that box. We look over it, around it, under it, on top of it and all the while it’s right there in our face. Now is that to say that the effort, reorganization, rearranging, bumps, scrapes, and bruise are in vain. NO!!! There’s a process that we must go through to reach even that one thing that sits right in front of us. Even when we are at our wits end, frustrated, beat up and maybe even bleeding – DON’T GIVE UP!! Just calmly push the mirror back and you’ll be amazed at what it will reveal.