Testimonial for the Box of Joy
As war erupted in my Middle East country, persecution was affecting my family from the outside, but poverty was taking over from the inside.
We often lacked food, electricity and sometimes only had raw onion and bread for dinner. We lived in a small apartment with no furniture, couches or beds. I desired to have new clothes, dolls, and toys but we could not afford them, and I didn’t receive gifts on Christmas or my birthday.
Yet, my parents continuously encouraged me to be content and to keep my eyes on Jesus. My mom taught me to pray and bring all my needs to God.
As we rejoiced over each item inside the box, there was another surprise awaiting us. Inside the shoebox was a smaller box and inside the box, we found a mini radio. Out of millions of boxes, God orchestrated that box to come specifically to my family with what we needed and had prayed for. That day, as I sat in a room holding my box, the darkness did not go away, but it was overcome by God’s light.