Life's Treasure Box - A Simple Sally story

A long time ago, when I was broken and recovering from a storm that had taken much of my life, my daughter and I were presented with a treasure box. It wasn’t something we had asked for, nor at first sight was it something we wanted. The box was dirty and heavily covered in scum with rotting borders. We did our best to reject this box but it was forced upon us anyway. So there it sat, as a reminder that our life wasn’t perfect. Then one day, like a miracle, a bright light shined from within the box. It was glaringly lucent like the glow of an angel. At first it didn’t seem real. It was striking and inescapable but yet it seemed a bit like a dream…it was untouchable. This was our first realization that this wasn’t just a box but possibly a treasure box, indeed.


What did this mean? Where would this lead us? We had no way of opening the box. It was not ours and at that time we had no control of its presence. What were we to do? There was some fear but daily our anticipation grew and the light grew stronger. Then, after months, like an act of God, the box opened and revealed its contents. It was amazing!!! This treasure was like none other. While gold, silver and diamonds create greed; this treasure was healing. This treasure produced love, hope and forgiveness. This was not a treasure to be given away, we did not own it; it was meant only to be shared. We relished its presence in our life. It was a blessing we were thankful for.

Unfortunately, we were unaware of another storm developing. It came fast but when it hit the ground, it lingered resulting in irreparable damage. It stole our light; our treasure was gone. The box remained yet more tattered than before. Only now we seemed to have a choice. We seemed to have some control of its presence. Though my daughter and I survived the storm, growing even stronger from our pain, we realized again that the box was a reminder that our life wasn’t perfect. To some people its dirt and old rotting borders may have seemed too offensive. Some may have tried to cover it or destroy it but we chose to embrace our treasure box.

To this day, we carry our box where ever we go. It’s not out of obligation, nor is it a cross to bear. It’s out of LOVE. HOPE. FORGIVENESS. Though we can not see the contents that was once shared with us, the memories of our treasure remain and the LOVE, HOPE and FORGIVENESS it produced can never be taken away. They are here forever and will be here on that miraculous day that the treasure is revealed to us again.

Do you have a treasure box?