Thoughts about packing to move

packing boxesIn less than one week I will start a new job in a new city.  While I am excited about this new phase of my life in ministry it has created a pretty stressful Spring as I have tried to finish projects and tie up loose ends in my current work and as I begin transitioning to another ministry location.  Recently, I have thought a lot about a poem/prayer I read early in my ministry. It has stuck with me all these years and has been on my mind in the past few days as we have entered into the intense phase of packing for our upcoming move.  The poem is from a book called Psalms of My Life by Joseph Bayly (Elgin, IL: LifeJourney Books, 1987) and is called “A Psalm While Packing Books.”

A Psalm While Packing Books

This cardboard box
see it says
Bursting limit
200 lbs. per square inch.
The box maker knew
how much strain
the box would take
what weight
would crush it.
You are wiser than the box maker
Maker of my spirit
my mind
my body.
Does the box know
when pressure increases close to
the limit?
it knows nothing.
But I know
when my breaking point
is near.

And so I pray
Maker of my soul
Determiner of the pressure
upon me
Stop it
lest I be broken
or else
change the pressure rating
of this fragile container
of Your grace
so that I may bear more.

Today the representative from our moving company gave us a little lesson on how to pack boxes.  If they are too empty they tend to collapse.  If they are too full they tend to explode.  Is it possible that there is a Spiritual metaphor there?

As I think about the days in my near future I pray that they are not too empty, that I might collapse into my own self-involvement.  But I also pray that they will not be so full that the pressure of life will prove too much for the container I have become.  And finally, I pray that I might have the Spiritual wisdom to find the happy middle ground between the two.