It is true that all of my children tend to place Me in a box.
A box shaped like their picture of God.
A box formed and shaped by the disappointments of life.
A box colored with the wrong picture of Me.
A picture also colored by the disappointments of life.
Come to me , My beloved.
Hold up to me that box, for it is separating you from Me.
Allow me to open it for you.
It will be opened by your willingness to forgive me in a sense and to ask me too to forgive you for the false expectations you placed upon me.
Then My Beloved, hold up that box filled with disappointments and see what I will do.
I was at the altar. Pastor had heard that God wanted to do work in the area of disappointment and he was praying for a lot of us in the area of disappointment. He first dealt with disappointment in God. That we had placed God in a box by holding our expectations of how we thought God should do a thing. How we thought life should have worked out. And so the first disappointment we had to release was that one.
God showed me box--Ohhh it was so tightly closed. And as soon as I released my expectations of how God should have done something that box opened. It opened immediately, the four sides just fell flat.
Then it became a stage. Jesus was standing on that stage and his arms were open wide in welcome.
It was like, if/when we let go of that first disappointment, then Jesus can come and heal the rest.