Love in a Box

Just a little something i found in my old email inbox... if i remember correctly, it was something i found on a religious website years ago. Clearly, it isn't a from a Mormon's stand point, but i think this person forms some great opinions.

"Ive given up figuring it out

For years Ive been trying to figure out God. Trying to
put him in my box. The one that I have on my shelf.
The one that I put everything I believe in. The one I
have clutched under my arm so that no one may take
away or destroy what I believe.

But I have come to believe that my beliefs cant be contained
in a box.God cant be contained in a box. I have been told that
my whole life, but I never really understood. I didnt
think I put God in a box. But I did. I tried to have
him figured out, so I could explain him, love him
because I can only love what I understand, or so I
thought. But you see, God cannot be explained. A box,
especially one that I have built using walls of reason
and a lid of proof, cannot contain him. God wont fit.
Hes bigger than that. He needs to be free, as do I. I
cant be contained. So neither should he be. I have
come to understand that I will never be able to
explain him, I will never be able to justify or reason
him. I cant. I wont. I have given up trying to figure
it out. I just believe.

Can you explain Love? No one
can. You cant put boundaries on love, you cant put a
ruler to love. You cant put a standard as to how it
should always be. Its always changing. Moving.
Shaking. Touching. Listening. Loving. I believe in
Love. I believe Love is the answer. Because that was
Jesus' message. It was a message of Love. We have
turned it into reason, rules, proof, weve put it into
a box, but it cant be contained. It has to be set free
to be what it was meant to be.

Just like love.

Youhave to just try, trust, jump whatever you wanna call
it. Youve just got to live it. You cant say you love
someone and do nothing. It wouldnt be love. Love means
action. Love means faith. You cant prove that your
girlfriend or boyfriend loves you, you just believe.
You cant prove that you love anyone, other than what
you just live out.

Love is a message.

Love is a reason.

Even though you cant explain it, we all live
for it. We all look for it. We all desire to be
accepted by others, validated, be shown we have worth.
We all wait for marriage, or at least most of us do.
We all look for love, whether its in our friends our
family our school or work or something, we all want
it. I believe we all need it.

Back to the box on my
shelf. I tried to contain Love in their once, because
it was safe, it was soft and cuddly. But Love isnt. It
hurts. If youve ever been in love, or thought you were
in love, it all hurts. Real love is dangerous. Its
scary. Its risky. Its unbelievable. Love!

I ran from Love because it didnt fit in my box. The only Love I
wanted was the kind that fit in my box, and I realized
no such love existed. Every kind I encountered was
scary and risky, and so I ran. I ran for a long time.
I am still running, but Im slowing down. Im taking
risks. Theres freedom in risk. When you dont know
whats on the other side. Im taking the leap. Willing
to love.

So Ive realized that Love wont fit in my box.

in fact I dont want it to fit anymore. I like that I
cant explain it, cant understand it. And this has led
me to believe that Jesus cant be put in my box either.
Cause he is love. If I cant contain Love why should I
contain Christ. So I have decided that I dont
understand. I dont need to. I have set Love free. I
have set Jesus free. To be who he is. To let Love be
what it is. Scary, risky, frightening, a challenge,
and yet freeing. I am free. I have destroyed my box.
It no longer has any use.

I dont need to understand.

I will just believe.

I will just live, a life of Love."



I am thankful for... My BED!

1. It's a princess bed. I'm not lying. It is the most comfortable thing to exist. I have like, 4 down comforters I have aquired over the years under my top sheet, and two inside my top duvets. All 5 of my pillows are perfect (due to years of trial and error of finding the perfect ones). My bed is literally heaven.

2. It's adorable. I've sewed two duvets, both which are totally cute, but i've come full circle and put my seafoam green and brown duvet back on that I had when I first started college. It's just how I roll. Most of y'all know I hate change, and no other duvet has felt more right than this one.

3. My big bed allows me to cuddle up with my favorites. Even before I had my queen size, back when I had a twin (for most of my years in college), katherine, heather stocker and other wonderful people would jump in it with me. Some great talks and great memories were spent just hanging out in my bed. I love that!

4. My white rod iron bed frame is just nice to look at. I love that.

5. my big, soft bed reminds me of home. The comfort, broken in, soft, oversized bedding reminds me of my house was in Texas which I miss all the time. My mom has always made our house feel like a HOME. Somewhere everyone can feel at home, and I feel my bed here in Ute kind of resembles that.