The Locked Box

People have had a zeal for treasure since before time can be remembered. You and I are no different. This blog will explore the inner mind and the transformation of heart when a mystery lurks in the shadows. First, let me tell you the story of The Locked Box. Our quest will be to find the hidden key so its secret contents can be revealed to the world.

My mother kept a trunk that she lovingly called her cedar chest. That trunk set mysteriously at the foot of the bed locked tightly. Mom used to drape pretty table scarves or afghans over the trunk to dress it up, or to hide it. That's what we thought anyway. We, being my brothers and sisters and yours truly..

The locked box became a mystery in our household that would travel through several years of trying to solve the mystery. Mom kept a key on her at all times and Dad hid a second key somewhere. I remember watching her go to her bedroom and shut the door behind her. When we asked Dad what Mom was doing in there whenever she would lock the door, he would smile and say she is looking in her treasure chest. He told us to make sure we didn't bother her. We were sure she was counting gold coins or some other valuable treasures that our parents would surprise us with when we got older. Or maybe not?