Years ago my grandmother gave me a worry box. I was going through something fairly difficult and this gift was more than a blessing to me. She couldn’t realize just how much it meant to me. At the time my grandmother was more interested in talking about what was happening at the neighbor’s house than anything sentimental.
Inside the box were three angels with a passage written that read: This box is for your worries, the aches within your heart. A place to tuck away your fears, where love and hope can start. So keep this box beside you, and know how much they care, for when you need peace and joy the angels will be there.
Throughout the years there have been times when this box was tucked away in a safe place. At other times it has even been forgotten but earlier this year I came across it on a day that I really needed to. Then the next day someone else came across it. My toddler.
As quick as he could he started shaking the box. By the time I got to him the angels were in pieces. Between lack of sleep and feeling sad I really didn’t study what was left of them because it seemed that they were all broken. I quickly skimmed for the sharp pieces of glass, got rid of them and then I closed the box and placed it on my dresser.
The other day my son grabbed the box again and walked towards me with it saying, “Angols, Angols!” With a smile at the way he says angel, I opened up the box to look at what remained. I gently pushed through the pieces and there it was. One angel. Unharmed. Beautiful. Strong.
And I was reminded that all you need is one.
Nice post. It’s amazing how kids remind you of those simple things. I don’t have any kids myself, but I used to babysit three little ones for my neighbor and I loved them so much. One little boy in particular called me “his Tracy” and it made me melt every time. 🙂
That is completely sweet, Tracy!
Oh, lovely. I’m so glad you have one left.
Hi Jamie! Thank you!
I want to cry right now. This was so precious and your ending was great too. I really have no words.
But thank you,
This was beautiful and absolutely perfect for my day.
Awh! I’m so glad you liked this post!
Beautiful post! I love that there is one left.
Thank you, Ashley!
This post gave me the chills! I so believe in angels. You got a powerful message through your son. I’m going to share this.
Thank you for sharing this and for your support, Betsy. I so appreciate you checking in on me this morning.
Yes Betsy, CHILLS! Wow, beautiful post and so very true. Off to share it now.
Lori – thanks for sharing this! You are always so supportive!
I can’t stop thinking of this and I wondered if I could the story as your “guest post” in my blog. While I absolutely love what you have to say about Whitman, I haven’t quite figured it out as part of a poetry series.
Let me know what you think!
Betsy
Betsy,
I just replied to your email but I thought I would here too. You sure can use this as a guest post. Thank you for wanting to include it on your site! I’ll post the Walt Whitman one here. 🙂