This is not my jar. Those are not my things. In fact, I don't even have a jar filled with pretty things... unless you think strawberry preserves are pretty. But I do have a box lol. It is not see through. It is not decorated with pretty images or lovely words. It is just a box. My box.
But inside it are dreams. Dreams and wishes I've tucked away in a safe place. Like a physical representation of myself. You see, I am not the prettiest. I do not always speak the loveliest words. Nor am I transparent... But deep within me are dreams. Some so bold that I could never make happen on my own! This is where God comes in. And yet I still keep them. I keep them because I truly believe that somehow someday He will bring my dreams to fruition.
<--- I wholeheartedly believe that!
It's my own way of speaking things into existence. I have a dream, I pray about it, write it down, do what is necessary to get there and leave the rest of it up to Him. When life slows down and I get a chance to look around at all my progress in pursuit of those dreams and goals I pull out my lil box to find that they have in fact already been fulfilled!
Like most people I start out with a desire for something and over the course of weeks, months, or even years life gets in the way and I tend to forget about all them. I need physical reminders of things to keep me on track. And for that reason, I need my box.