The Box

The story goes that some time ago a mother punished her 5 year old daughter for wasting a roll of expensive gold wrapping paper.

Money was tight and she became even more upset when the child used the gold paper to decorate a box to put beneath the Christmas tree.

Nevertheless, the little girl brought the gift box to her mother the next morning and said, “This is for you, Momma”.

The mother was very embarrassed by her earlier over reaction, but her anger flared again when she opened the box and found that it was empty.

She spoke to her daughter in a harsh manner.

“Don’t you know, young lady, “when you give someone a present there’s supposed to be something inside the package?”

Her daughter had tears in her eyes and said, “Oh, Momma, it’s not empty! I blew kisses into it until it was full.

The mother was crushed. She fell on her knees and put her arms around her little girl and she begged her forgiveness for her thoughtless anger.

An accident took the life of her daughter only a short time later, and it is told that her mother kept that gold box by her bed for all the rest of the years of her life.

Whenever she was discouraged of faced difficult problems she wold open the box and take out an imaginary kiss and remember the love of the child who put it there.

In a very real sense, each of us, as human beings, have been given a Golden Box filled with unconditional love and kisses from our children, family, friends and God.

There is no more precious possession anyone could hold.


With many peaceful blessings



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I am an author and broadcaster. In January 2013 I very nearly died but our Father God healed me and I am still alive to tell the tale! I have written/edited several books about the Bible, God, the Holy Spirit and Jesus. My future ministry is focused on outreach. I do not just want to preach to the converted but to many people 'out there' who do not know Jesus as their Saviour and who are in great need of His love and compassion. Praise be to the Lord our God, our Heavenly Father

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