Boxes

Ps Wolfi once said in his sermon:

Men often approach things in compartments or boxes.. they deal with one thing at a time, women are sorta 'global'... when one thing is bad, *everything* is bad :)

Close to the truth, imho...

Afternoon after afternoon (say tt 5 times fast..), the few boxes that God has assigned me to deal with...

I open em, stare at the things inside... re arrange them a bit, take stuff out, put stuff in, sometimes have a gd cry, struggle a bit, cover some ground then close the boxes and go back to work.

(side note: the box labelled 'Work', currently with a little label that says 'IT dept'? man tts a box that ill be glad if i didnt have to open it so often)

Thing about all these boxes... when you enter in and rearrange things in one box, when you come out the rest of the boxes are a little different.

I imagine a huugge 'God' box... (heaven forbid that God can ever be put it a box.. but humour me), each time i go into that one, every other box suddenly... shrinks.

The boxes are large, but press on, entering in I must.