Our country road (my personal treasure) meanders up and around the mountainside making its way to the ridge where wind sweeps across the pastures on either side. Pavement changes to gravel as it passes by the white clapboard church; rocks and stones crunch underfoot.
There’s Something Special About a Treasure
I curled into myself, hunching down inside my oversize coat to ward off the cold wind. My gaze met the gravel at my feet. There in some dry, brittle grass of the road’s edge a rock caught my attention. Heart-shaped, it quickly stole mine.
Bending down, I scooped it up and placed it in my pocket, claiming it as my treasure.
My thoughts went back a few decades when the kids were little. We walked and hiked often and always, always searched for treasures: Acorns. Unusual pine-cones and lichen. Quartz, mica, feathers. All to be displayed in a special wooden, treasure-worthy bowl.
This heart-shaped stone would have been given prime territory in our bowl of honor.
The wind whipped around the curve causing me to look up and consider the heavens. The word treasure swirled around in my thoughts. And I recalled that we, as Christ-followers, are called His treasure, His special possession.
We. Are. God’s. Treasure.
Let that sink in.
It’s hard to imagine, isn’t it?
Especially on days when ugliness in our heart overrides and bullies the goodness the Lord has placed there.
Especially on days when attitudes and actions speak way more of self than of the light of Christ that is there to shine into the world’s darkness.
But consider this:
“As Moses went up to meet God, God called down to him from the mountain: ‘Speak to the House of Jacob, tell the People of Israel: ‘You have seen what I did to Egypt and how I carried you on eagles’ wings and brought you to Me. If you will listen obediently to what I say and keep My covenant, out of all peoples you’ll be My special treasure. The whole Earth is Mine to choose from, but you’re special: a kingdom of priests, a holy nation.’ ” ~ Exodus 19:3-6, MSG
God Chose Us Out of All Peoples to be His Treasure
He carried us out of our own Egypt and brought us safely to His side. As a man searches for treasure, so the Lord searched for us and found us, and called us His own — His treasure, His special possession.
My fingers rubbed across the stone in my pocket as I pondered God’s love. We are a delight to our Father! The apple of His eye. The most valuable, precious possession to Him out of all creation.
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Sweet blessings to you,