Quick post.
Driving through Manukau City this afternoon, my mother and I passed the back of the Warehouse. They had those large metal cage rubbish bins that most companies have, and theirs was filled to the brim and overflowing. About 15 flattened cardboard boxes were sitting atop the rest of the trash, they were clean and seemed to be in reasonable condition. And so what did we do? Well, of course, we parked up next to that bin and started to load up our little car. Hahaha! I know, it's such a fresh thing to do.
So anyway, while we (it was only mum to be honest) loaded up the small car, I got to thinking about those boxes. What had they held before the life was flattened out of them, and they were disposed of? What was their purpose? What was the costly good being held securely within the walls of those cardboard cubes? Whatever the answer to my questions were, it didn't matter anymore. The box had served its' purpose, it was no longer needed and no longer wanted. Nobody would suffer as a result of the absence of the Average-Joe boxes. More than likely, nobody will even notice anything is missing from the storeroom of the Warehouse.
But then I got to thinking about what we were going to be using the boxes for... We'd unload them from the car, bring them into our warm, homely lounge and begin to unfold them. We would give these boxes back their original shape, redeem them from their flattened and depressed states. I pictured the boxes being sealed with brown duct tape, or masking tape, or whatever it is called... I pictured it in my mind. Once the boxes were given their shape back, we'd gift them with a new purpose. To hold our treasure, to secure the earthly possessions that we love enough to move from house to house with us. The boxes, once considered rubbish, would soon be holding within their secure selves the memories of our lives. Photos, diaries, bracelets, but even more so memories of days gone by, secret journal entries and friendship reminders. What amazing purposes these boxes would have... without them, we would be without a place to store our treasures. Our treasures in this world would be wayward, individual and more likely to be lost or forgotten.
Well, I don't really have a conclusion except to say that I seriously believed initially that this would be a short post. So much for that. Ah well, Blogeleina is back I guess, long, overly deep posts and all.
Who knew that so much could be said about a pile of discarded, flattened and meaningless cardboard boxes?
But then again, who would think that God could make so much of you and I...?
Driving through Manukau City this afternoon, my mother and I passed the back of the Warehouse. They had those large metal cage rubbish bins that most companies have, and theirs was filled to the brim and overflowing. About 15 flattened cardboard boxes were sitting atop the rest of the trash, they were clean and seemed to be in reasonable condition. And so what did we do? Well, of course, we parked up next to that bin and started to load up our little car. Hahaha! I know, it's such a fresh thing to do.
So anyway, while we (it was only mum to be honest) loaded up the small car, I got to thinking about those boxes. What had they held before the life was flattened out of them, and they were disposed of? What was their purpose? What was the costly good being held securely within the walls of those cardboard cubes? Whatever the answer to my questions were, it didn't matter anymore. The box had served its' purpose, it was no longer needed and no longer wanted. Nobody would suffer as a result of the absence of the Average-Joe boxes. More than likely, nobody will even notice anything is missing from the storeroom of the Warehouse.
But then I got to thinking about what we were going to be using the boxes for... We'd unload them from the car, bring them into our warm, homely lounge and begin to unfold them. We would give these boxes back their original shape, redeem them from their flattened and depressed states. I pictured the boxes being sealed with brown duct tape, or masking tape, or whatever it is called... I pictured it in my mind. Once the boxes were given their shape back, we'd gift them with a new purpose. To hold our treasure, to secure the earthly possessions that we love enough to move from house to house with us. The boxes, once considered rubbish, would soon be holding within their secure selves the memories of our lives. Photos, diaries, bracelets, but even more so memories of days gone by, secret journal entries and friendship reminders. What amazing purposes these boxes would have... without them, we would be without a place to store our treasures. Our treasures in this world would be wayward, individual and more likely to be lost or forgotten.
Well, I don't really have a conclusion except to say that I seriously believed initially that this would be a short post. So much for that. Ah well, Blogeleina is back I guess, long, overly deep posts and all.
Who knew that so much could be said about a pile of discarded, flattened and meaningless cardboard boxes?
But then again, who would think that God could make so much of you and I...?
