Cardboard Box

cardboard box

I felt led to revisit this old post and share it again.  Perhaps I’m not the only one who needs this today.

If you’re following God’s plan for your life, Satan, the enemy of your soul, is going to attack you in any way he can.  He wants to discourage you, squeeze you into a place of depression like a smelly cardboard box, and fill your head with lies about you and your future.  Remember, lying is not only what Satan does, it’s who he is.

But God is with you, and He never lies.  He said He’ll never leave you so hold that promise in your heart and visit it as often as you need to.  You’re not alone.  You’ve never been alone.  You may feel like it, but that’s part of the box, the trap the enemy has set for you.  If you feel alone, you’ll act desperately.  You’ll do things you know you shouldn’t do.  You’ll go somewhere you shouldn’t go or try to reconnect with someone God told you to stay away from.  What you think is a punishment or harsh discipline may instead by God’s hand protecting you.  He has so much more for you.  Don’t go after what He doesn’t want you to have.

But if you’ve fallen into the trap, if the enemy has already tricked you into that box, call out to God.  Just whisper the glorious, powerful name of Jesus.  Let His name come from your lips and flow from your spirit in adoration and trust, and He will come to you and rip that box to shreds!  Then you’ll rise from those scraps to sing praises to Him, slide around on the kitchen floor in your socks, run outside and let the rain fall on your face, and shout with joy because victory is yours through Jesus!

Then you can just toss what’s left of that box out to the trash.

“Submit yourselves, then, to God.  Resist the devil, and he will flee from you.”  (James 4:7 NIV.)


Have you ever had one of those days where everything you try fails?  Yesterday I tried to work on a few writing projects but found myself wanting to strangle my computer.  When I tried to switch gears and tackle cleaning our mudroom, I realized I couldn’t do it alone when most of the things that need evicted are not mine and I have no idea where to stash it all or what’s outgrown and needs to be donated.  Fine, I thought.  I’ll go for a walk.  But the reaction to something I ate kept me inside and away from the cascading leaves overhead and the crunchy ones underfoot.  I finally gave up my plans when it was time to cook dinner.

My plans.  I see it now.  That was my problem.  I asked God at the beginning of the day to help me write.  Maybe He wanted me to do something else.  Maybe He wanted me to push away from the computer and go outside for a walk earlier in the day when I felt up to it to meet with Him, to feel Him brush the hair from my forehead and kiss me right there by way of the warming sun.  Or maybe He wanted to carry on the conversation we’d had earlier when the house was quiet and our little corner of the world was still dark.  It was an amazing conversation over Scripture and my usual thousand questions.  And in my heart I heard Him answer and talk and even joke with me.  How awesome is that?!

So why did I feel I needed to hurry up and do?  Is it the world we live in?  Have I allowed myself to be programmed to accomplish something, anything so I feel worthy at the end of the day?  I don’t know.  But instead of asking God to help me accomplish my plans, maybe I should ask Him what He has in mind for us to do together.  I’m sure frustration wouldn’t dare peek its ugly head around the corner if I’m out walking with the One who painted those rich autumn leaves and provided the light for them to dance in.

Yes, Lord.  Let’s go for a walk.