I am guilty; guilty of putting God in a box. My perception of God is limited by the dimensions of that box. The only thing that can change the dimensions of my box is joy.

Joy helps me to see the real God, the God who loves with no bounds, who works in intricate ways that often go looked over. My God is sovereign and powerful, yet he created the beauty of our natural world with care and concern. He hand crafted each of us to be unique representations of Himself on earth. God can’t wait to get us back, to develop community in person with each one of us.

My box gets too dull and small, when dissatisfaction distracts me from seeing God in the ordinary of my life. Joy cracks the box, letting light slip in and illuminate the ordinary.

Ordinary glows in the light of joy. Slowly, the box crumbles because it cannot contain the light or the joy. Both spill out with uncontrolled boundaries. That is anything but ordinary.

{photo credit: Cia de Foto via photopin cc}

I’m linking up with Lisa-Jo Baker for Five Minute Friday!