Hidden Treasure
Posted by Rosemary Hines on Saturday, February 22, 2014
But we have this treasure in jars of clay, to show that the surpassing power belongs to God and not us.
~ 2 Cor. 4:7
No eye has seen, no ear has heard, no mind has conceived what God has prepared for those who love Him.
~ 1 Cor. 2:9
Hidden Treasure
I sit and think about the things I treasure ~ family, friends, and so much more.
God whispers, “And I treasure you.”
I pause. In the silence, I hear it again. “I treasure you.”
I think about that for awhile. Here in my quiet space at the kitchen table, I think about what it means to be God’s treasure. That He looks down and sees an ordinary, flawed person and sees treasure.
As I breathe in this concept, He reminds me of the hidden treasures that He’s surrounded me with.
“Breathe. The unseen oxygen that surrounds you ~ it’s My gift.”
“Listen. That sweet song you hear in the trees ~ from Me.”
“Look. The bright, blooming fushias ~ those are My bouquet for you.”
Treasures. Everyday, He surrounds me with them. Seeks to fill my senses with them.
Why do I so rarely see that? So busy trying to earn a love that’s been freely given already?
The clock ticks in my quiet place. A reminder that today will soon pass. Will I miss the treasures He sends?
Dear Lord,
Open my eyes, my heart, my mind to Your love, to all the treasures You give today. May I see, hear, smell, taste, and feel every one of them. And may I remember the Hand from which they came.
~ 2 Cor. 4:7
No eye has seen, no ear has heard, no mind has conceived what God has prepared for those who love Him.
~ 1 Cor. 2:9
Hidden Treasure
I sit and think about the things I treasure ~ family, friends, and so much more.
God whispers, “And I treasure you.”
I pause. In the silence, I hear it again. “I treasure you.”
I think about that for awhile. Here in my quiet space at the kitchen table, I think about what it means to be God’s treasure. That He looks down and sees an ordinary, flawed person and sees treasure.
As I breathe in this concept, He reminds me of the hidden treasures that He’s surrounded me with.
“Breathe. The unseen oxygen that surrounds you ~ it’s My gift.”
“Listen. That sweet song you hear in the trees ~ from Me.”
“Look. The bright, blooming fushias ~ those are My bouquet for you.”
Treasures. Everyday, He surrounds me with them. Seeks to fill my senses with them.
Why do I so rarely see that? So busy trying to earn a love that’s been freely given already?
The clock ticks in my quiet place. A reminder that today will soon pass. Will I miss the treasures He sends?
Dear Lord,
Open my eyes, my heart, my mind to Your love, to all the treasures You give today. May I see, hear, smell, taste, and feel every one of them. And may I remember the Hand from which they came.
