My Happy Box

I’ll start off by saying that right now work is insane (the annual show I work on is next week) so that’s why I haven’t been posting as much as I want to.

Yesterday on the bus ride home I was quite annoyed by the fact that the “talkers” (those who talk the whole hour + bus ride home) had all spread themselves out so there was no where to sit and actually enjoy silence for my ride home. So although I didn’t mean to listen to people’s conversations, it was quite impossible not to. I overheard this lady telling this man that she has a happy box. It’s a box that she’s had for a long time and she puts things that make her happy in it. She has pictures of people, presents, cards, letters etc. It’s a cute idea. She said that she keeps it so that when she can’t handle life and needs a “pick me up” she has a reminder that life DOES have happy moments. I love the concept. But I couldn’t help but feel very sad for her. Sad because I remember the days of needing that. That’s why I have so many pictures and so many journals. I always needed something “just in case.” But the coolest thing that I realized is that I don’t need that anymore. Sure it’s great to have a box of happy moments but I have the happiest thing with me at all times – the love, joy and peace of God – and it goes with me wherever I go. All I have to do is open the word, get in prayer, look out the window at nature, think about past blessings or just think about Him and what Jesus did for me on the cross to open my “box.” I just wanted to run over to her and tell her that there is another way. There is something she could do to have a happy box with her at all times and it doesn’t weigh a thing! But of course I didn’t – because sometimes I’m like that. One day I hope that changes.