everyday blessings #14

A gift arrived today, from someone wise enough to know the healing power of laughter.

It’s a bit hard to see here but there are clear guidelines for how to act in the midst of crisis (‘break glass’) and reminders of what to do afterwards  (‘restock after using’, ‘keep out of reach of cat’).

Inside I catch a tantalizing glimpse of a purple chocolate wrapper and the top of an unidentifiable bottle. I may never see beyond that. The symbolic power of the whole is too great — reminding me of a difficult day in which courage, truth and kindness won out.

I suspect I shall keep this one firmly on the shelf next to the paschal fire kit and the memory of an orange cone I parted with too lightly.   Unexpected gifts of ministry.

3 thoughts on “everyday blessings #14”

  1. I don’t remember now where the idea first came from, but my sister and I have often made gifts of a “Bad Day Box.” The box comes filled with a dozen or so small, silly gifts and a copy of Alexander and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day. The instructions are to read the book (preferably aloud to someone) and then choose and open a gift.

    It was always amazing to me how simply having a Bad Day Box would make marginally bad days seem better: “well, it’s not been a great day, but it’s not bad enough to require using my Bad Day Box.”

    I hope your emergency kit has the same effect.

  2. That is such a good idea. I shall create similar for my children, I think.

    When the children were small, my mother, endlessly creative, had various boxes. there were empty ones that the children put outside bedroom doors when they slept there overnight – the excitement of which over rode any nervousness at being away from Mum and Pa. Then there was a Rain Day Box, which had all kinds of things for use on rainy days, and only rainy days. Craft things, and little toys. In those days, children usually did out door things if the weather was good, so rainy days were a bit of a problem. I know she made one for me when I was little. I had already intended to do similar for my own grandchildren. I have long held we do not honour the child in the adult adequately.

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