by Linda Veath
The Lord will fulfill His purpose for me; Your love, O Lord endures forever—do not abandon the works of Your hands. Psalm 138:8 NIV
I am now just a box in the basement. At least that’s what my lawyer said when he pronounced my case closed. (If you think that’s bad, in ten years, I’ll be shredded. Ouch!)
It wasn’t so much the box in the basement that started me thinking, but the idea that the box was there because my case had been closed. It was finished. Done. Ended. Strange as it may seem, this reminded me of our lives here on earth.
Each of us is an active, living “box,” filled with all the experiences of our lives—good and bad. Education, jobs, layoffs. Marriage, family, divorce. Good health, illness, death. Worship, Bible study, salvation. As long as we are still breathing, the contents of our box will continue to grow.
Until the time God writes “case closed” on our box.
And when that happens, we can rest assured that it is not one second too early or one second too late. When we have accomplished everything God designed for us to do, His perfect plan for our earthly lives will be finished.
But, He won’t be moving us to the basement. He’ll be moving us to His heaven! A place filled with the glory of Christ Jesus, the Savior of our souls. A place where our “vessels” will join all the other “vessels” in worship and praise to our God—throughout all eternity. A place where no shredding is allowed.
And all God’s children shouted, “Glory Hallelujah! Amen!”