Life is like a box of fireworks–you never know what you’re gonna get.
You may know what’s in the box (fireworks, duh), but you don’t know if your smiley faces will turn out lopsided or whether your hearts will look more like blobs than signs of love. You don’t even know if every firework will, in fact, explode–all you know is that fireworks were created to light up the sky. And so you’re waiting around hoping that the fireworks in your box do what they’re intended to.
The way I see it, life–your life is like a box of fireworks. And in this analogy, God is the guy who creates the fireworks and orchestrates the show. He knows exactly what’s going to explode, when, and how it’s all going to come together. He’s the show master, the man behind the spectacle, and you–you’re just the box of explosives.
But if you’re anything like me, it’s not enough for you to know that God handmade your fireworks and carefully chose which ones to put in your box. You’re the kind of box that waits anxiously for the show to start, wondering, “Will it hurt to explode?” and, “What if I don’t shine brightly enough?” You sit around asking questions like, “What if the entire show is full of duds?” and, “What if I don’t have what it takes to really capture their attention?”
If you’re anything like me, you’re the kind of box that’ll ask yourself right into a hole. Eventually, you’ll decide that you’d rather not explode at all–you’d rather just sit safely in your box and not take the risk, keep your light to yourself and hope that the world doesn’t rough you up too badly when it throws you back into the truck and on to some storage unit somewhere in the middle of nowhere.
But here’s the thing–
You were made to explode. God chose YOU. He knit you together in your mother’s womb and he made you colorful and interesting and full of incredible exploding potential.
He made you to explode.
As you’ve likely already experienced, exploding can be painful and messy and unexpected. It can feel like you have no control over anything ever, like you’re spinning wildly out into the sky with nothing to hold onto.
And you’re right.
Because there’s only one show master and his name is God. And the next firework that God chooses to light onto the sky of your life may not be what you planned and may actually be the opposite of what you expected. You might be seriously ready for a peony and God’s like, nah–it’s willow time, son.
I don’t know.
But what I do know is that I had plans for my Fourth of July and the plans didn’t turn out the way I wanted them to–my view of the tiny fireworks in the distance was obstructed by a large telephone pole. By the end of the day, I was tired and frustrated and sad, and then SURPRISE I got to stay at a $10 million dollar home with my best friend, go for a night swim in the moonlight, and look out over a beautiful cityscape with fireworks exploding all across the sky.
I know that life is usually a little more complicated than my Fourth of July.
And I know some of you are probably thinking, “But Sara, I think God messed up and gave me a crappy box of fireworks.” To you, friend, I say, I hear you. I know that people die and friends betray and doors close when you feel like you needed them to open most. I know that sometimes exploding hurts more than you expect and that all of this pain and confusion and loneliness can make you want to give up on the show altogether, to give up on the show master.
But life is like a box of fireworks.
It’s scary and messy and full of surprises and disappointments. It’s a bunch of explosions that don’t make any sense when you’re the one exploding.
But I can tell you from experience that your fireworks show is, and will be, beautiful. All you have to do is say yes to God and let him start the fires and trust that all of your exploding will create the incredible show that God has promised it will–upside down smileys and all.
It is scary, and sometimes it will hurt. But I promise you that life is all about this adventure–all about the surprise and surrender that come from not knowing what you’re gonna get next. Scripture tells us that our Father gives good gifts to his children, that in the end, he works for the good of those who love him.
So trust in him! And get ready for a spectacular show 🙂