I’ve come to the realization that I’m a girl who likes her boxes.
There’s the box labeled wife, one marked mom, and another with teacher scrawled across it. These are stacked on top of the daughter and friend box. There’s the PTA box and the swim team committee box. I’ve added an online community and social media box. I have a church and bible study box. And lest it get buried under the rest, there is the writer and lover of words box.
I’d love for everything to stay in its designated box, but life doesn’t look like that, does it.
Some days, I feel like I’m juggling these factions of my life and often they collide mid-air toppling around me in a heap. Toss in the boxes marked “impatience”, “frustration”, and “unexpected interruption”, and I’m the one in a heap.
In my efforts to return everything to its rightful place, I’ll admit that I don’t always stack them in the proper order. I waste time and attention on some boxes when it ought to be given to others. I rummage through boxes that should be left shut. I even pick up boxes that don’t belong to me – what?!!
Here’s when the real trouble starts: when I try to put God in a box.
You know what that looks like, right (or am I the only one)?
When we try to make Him fit. When we spend ourselves to organize and categorize life around Him – instead of through Him. When we put God in His “proper position” instead of allowing Him to take His rightful place.
As I was juggling boxes this past week, God lit up this verse for me:
Have this mind among yourselves, which is yours in Christ Jesus, Who, though He was in the form of God, did not count equality with God a thing to be grasped, but emptied Himself…He was obedient to the point of death.
Philippians 2:5-8 ESV
If anyone was entitled to juggle boxes it was Jesus, right? He was born to die, He was God in the flesh, but when His time came He didn’t jump to the top of the pile and claim His deity. He didn’t shuffle the boxes around and subvert the cross.
He emptied Himself. He was obedient to the point of death.
How often do we count equality with God a thing to be grasped? We try to navigate and direct. To pick up and plan. Move ahead and march forward. We fill our boxes, choose our order, and then plant our feet in what we believe is their proper position.
When we should empty ourselves. We should activate the mind of Christ which is ours through our relationship with Him. Instead of grasping for what we cannot see, we need to receive what God offers.
God doesn’t even ask us to die a horrible death – He is simply asking us to set aside flesh. To not strive or struggle. To not exert effort where effort is not due. To not stack those boxes sky-high and then wonder why they topple.
Jesus asks us to remember that the reason He didn’t skip the cross, was so that we wouldn’t forget the grace. Or the price. Or the God who gave His life so that ours could be saved, AND LIVED in freedom from chains, and sky-high flying boxes, and unattainable expectations.
He’s asking that at His name, every knee bow and every tongue confess, that He is Lord. Of our lives. Of our priorities. Of our boxes.
Linking up with the beautiful blogging communities and the friends of my heart, Holly Barrett (#testimonytuesday), Kelly Balarie (#raralinkup), Holley Gerth (#coffeeforyourheart), Kristin Hill Taylor (#threewordwednesday), Bonnie Gray (#faithbarista), and Jennifer Dukes Lee (#tellhisstory).
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