What To Do With an Old Wooden Tool Box?

What To You Do With an Old Wooden Box?

It's been over a week since I've posted.

Been kinda melancholy.

My life is in a bit of transition-

necessary, but painful.

Been looking at this old wooden tool box.

I'm not sure if it's old

or if it's just been nailed together 

to look old.

The bottom's not deep enough and the handle 

not wide enough 

for carrying many tools.

Resembles an old make-shift planter.

Not too pretty by foo-foo standards

Not much use.

So, the master junkie 

that I am,

threw in some of my favorites,

ironstone, crocheted and tattered doilies,

a magazine (the cooking kind when I can't cook)...

...and some sweet speckled eggs. 

If you look closely, 

you'll see that the eggs are not real

and the doilie is not perfect,

and underneath, the pitcher is cracked.

Kinda like the contents of my life...

a not-so-perfect box,

a cracked pitcher,

a tattered piece of cloth,

a few fake eggs.

And the Master Builder

puts them all together and

makes something beautiful.

If ever there were dreams

That were lofty and noble,

They were my dreams

At the start.

And the hope for life's best

Were the hopes that I harbored

Down deep in my heart.

But my dreams turned to ashes

My castles all crumbled 

My fortunes turned to loss.

So wrapped them all up

In the rags of my life 

And laid them at the cross.

Something beautiful

Something good,

All my confusion

He understood.

All I had to offer Him 

Were brokenness and strife,

But He made (He's making)

Something beautiful out of my life.

The above song was written 

by Gloria Gaither.

I sing it often to remind myself 

that's he's not finished making 

"Something Beautiful"

out of my life.