She stood before me and with heartfelt intensity told me how important the message from her beloved was for me. "He wants you to know this, please let me share it. He came to me in prayer this morning and I must, I must give it to you now."
My mind was puzzled, curiosity got the best of me, "What, something intended for me?"
"Put your arms out, palms up. Keep the arm-table tops steady." I smiled and said sheepishly, “okay!", I couldn't help but wonder where it was all leading to.
She placed a beautiful pillow upon my arms. She said "hang in there, there is more."
Then she placed another, and another,... next came a box. I remembered all too well another box, "the box." My mind drifted to that box, the symbolism, the way my life was transformed as a result of that box. So much had changed, so what is this all about. She said, "stay strong, do not let your arms fold, keep them steady." I smiled coming back from my fantasy, I was more than willing to indulge her, the mystery had me hooked. I was anxious, excited, excited that someone cared enough about me to deliver a message, even if the message was rather ambiguous. What was it that I was supposed to know?
She added yet another heavier, taller object. I could no longer see her over the goods that were piled upon my arms. “Now, I have something really special, go ahead, take it, grab it from me”
I tried to grab it, I tried to clasp it in my one remaining finger , “No! Stop, you have to take it with freed hands, you cannot have it if you cannot let go of what remains!” It was then that I remembered, a flash back to another time, another box, another woman, carrying in her hands a box that I had to take willingly and be ready to look inside and see, see what I missed out on, to possibly see what I had missed all along…
