Wait and See

When I began writing in earnest as a 28-year-old, reveling in the freedom of having *finally* finished college, I did so with the understanding that God wanted me to be an open book. I knew then that everything God taught me, every truth I struggled to embrace and live out, all of it was to be writing material. So, here I am, writing—about a cardboard box.

It isn’t a box you would find very remarkable. It’s plain, brown, and rectangular, with a shipping label plastered across one of the broader ...