One day I received a big box of crayons on my computer screen. It was marked:

To My Beloved Child,

With love, from Heaven.

As  I  clicked on the lid to see so many crayons sent from heaven I was overwhelmed with the depth,  nuances and  flavors of expression.  There  were so many colors, each  unique but all effecting one another.   Many  colors  were  different than what I was used to, and some  were  the  same.  I  first  noticed  they  were  organized  to  reflect  similar shades together.  But  another section was organized  in opposite contrasts.   Some  colors were  blah but when put next to another, it  made the  combination show a  reflection  I hadn’t seen before.  The  colors  came  in swirls and lines and dots and shapes.  The  vastness  of how  each part interrelated was so amazing.

My  eye stopped  on one  color I didnt like at all and that was okra. Yuck, that had to go. I clicked on okra and pushed delete. When the okra disappeared, it took all of the okra out of the box. I had not realized that okra had been blended in among the colors and shapes. In  that  instant  the  colors  all changed, the shapes became smaller by one color; the box adjusted  and  reduced in size. That was better but with okra now gone, the color closest to it  suddenly  looked like okra. I clicked on it and it was gone. My colors all changed and my box shrunk. I  thought  I remembered what okra looked like and decided anything that was similar to that  color needed to be culled out of my box. One by one I started clicking delete and my box changed and reduced.

Finally  I  had worked  through all the colors to my liking. The shapes, lines, dot and swirls were either missing or something very  different than what was given, but they appealed to  me  and  I  was  satisfied.  The  colors  in my box were rather primary and simple but I remembered that okra and decided this was fine for me.

Years  passed and I no longer remembered okra or the time that I had worked through my box. I started to notice  other people had  boxes that were much bigger than my own and they were  passionately using their  boxes of many colors and their boxes were expanding with even  greater colors  and reflections. Why  was my box so small? Try as I could, I was not able to change its size and so I sent a letter to heaven asking for a bigger box.

Heaven  responded  very  sadly  that  each  color in the box sent to me had represented a shade of its Creator. It  contained His heart, His  thoughts, His feelings, His depth and the very essence of Who He was.

Heaven told me I had  deleted weakness, and judgment, sickness, and vessels of dishonor. I had deleted accountability for seeds I had sowed and warnings of being friends with the world.  I had  deleted  that  the  Creator  hides Himself and reveals Himself to those who listen and  seek Him. I had deleted that He speaks in mysteries and parables for a purpose and  that  to  know  Him  clearly  was  costly.  I  had deleted that the Creator uses evil as instruments of judgment and discipline with  all  things  working  together  for  good; that nothing  escapes His  Sovereign  eye as He  watches  over me.  I had  deleted that when I judge others, I am judged by  the same measure. I had deleted what happens when I dont forgive or when I dont ask  for forgiveness.  I had deleted that I would be treated exactly as I had treated others.  I had deleted that sin produces death of everything abundant and good. He told me that His thoughts were not my thoughts and His ways were not my own. And when I was done, my box of  Who  He was to me, had set the boundaries of my mind about the scripture, my faith, and how He could reach me and affect my life.

After I  saw the fruit of my errors,  I told Him I was very sorry for not accepting Him as He really was and asked Him  for  another box. In His infinite mercy, He forgave me and then surprised me.   He said  that  the  box  of  colors   was  in  His Word and I could pick it up anytime I pleased and use the colors He had provided. He told me this time not to throw away any color, but respect each Word as a portion of Who He is, for He does not change He is the same yesterday, today and forever.