Worry – I now remember when I was in elementary school K – 6th grade the only thing I worried about was getting a key to my apartment. For the life of me that key would not stay around my neck on that string or whatever it was called back then – it was used to tie a bow around out ponytail or on a braid.
I worried about my mother finding out I lost that key. I would go to the office, get a key, go to the that place around the corner that sold all kinds of stuff for a house. They had ladders, glue, paint, wallpaper and in the back, there was a man that had a machine that could make a copy of a key for .50 cents. Hmmm, where did I get that .50 cents from – I don’t remember. Anywho, I got my key – returned the office key and was safe to live another day.
From 7th to 12th grade my worries changed. Like I was worried that Russell would never come to realize we both were breathing the same air – and was he going to call at 6:00 like he said. I worried if my hair was ever going to look like the picture on the box – you black girls know what I’m talking about.
As I got holder my [worries] got more intense and I had less and less control on the outcome. Until one day I realized I had no control – what was I going to do. Someone introduced me to a GodBox. You can use any kind of box, shoe box, hat box, make a box – I used my jewelry box that I never thew away.
In the box you put things, wants, desires – whatever you need an answer to or fixed that is beyond your control. Leave it there, don’t keep checking – just trust that God checks every box.
In 1998 I put some notes in the box. One day in 2007 I realized that everything I had wrote on that little piece of paper had come to fruition.
I worry no more…
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