After my home break-in, I didn’t sleep the first night. Every sound convinced me the robbers were back. I knew the house was as secure as possible, the police officers had made sure. Still, battling fear kept me awake most of the night.
All the things I lost played through my mind like a replay video. My stories and articles locked in my computer, personal information, items concerning others worried me. All in the hands of my enemies. I tossed and turned.
I heard a friend’s voice in my mind who cautioned me to get that security system in place in my house ASAP. I squirmed. He was right. That’s a done deal now!!
I remembered the fun I’d had with my Mom buying that one of a kind garnet pendant, earring and ring set. Gone. My parents pearls given to me for my 13th birthday. Gone. My antique birthstone ring from my Dad. Gone. The gold chain from my Mom, given to hide the cancer scars on my neck. Gone. Grandma’s necklace. Gone. Uncle Ed’s necklace. As gone as both of them are gone from the earth.
Quietly a whisper came to comfort me, “I’m still here”.
My Father God reminded me that my loved ones still live in my heart, even if the sparklers are gone. Nothing can take my memories away. Also murmured into my mind came the thought that the real jewels in my life are my family, loved ones, friends—the people around me. I can’t take polished rocks with me to heaven, but I can meet other souls there. That’s the real treasure.
God doesn’t waste anything—even a theft.
“Do not lay up for yourselves treasures on earth, where moth and rust destroy and where thieves break in and steal; but lay up for yourselves treasures in heaven, where neither moth nor rust destroy and where thieves do not break in and steal. For where your treasure is, there your heart will be also” Matt 6:19-21.
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