Many summers ago now, I visited a friend in my hometown. We snapped beans with her grandmother, on the front porch, in the afternoon sun, sitting on the wooden rockers or in the swing. Simple, we enjoyed and we chatted. A face-to-face about the green beans and the garden turned into a heart-to-heart about children and marriage and life and joy and sorrow – events that had made our year, growing us like the earth had grown these green beans. In a little while, we’d start the process of jarring the green beans, sealing them up to enjoy again on another day, in another season.
When the summer season turned to winter season, we’d go to our pantries and pull out a mason jar. All lines up in rows – and there weren’t only green beans (they’re just my favorite): there was chow-chow, scupperdine jelly, peppers, pickles. In different cities, in different states, we’d pop the seals. The scent and taste would carry us back to this common day together. We’d remember the chat and the sunshine and be blessed again by the love shared on that day. It wasn’t so common after all, and we would be glad we saved it in our mason jars. Maybe that’s why I love a mason jar – it’s a little southern treasure chest. 🙂
A treasure chest in its simplest definition is anything that holds treasures, wouldn’t you say? If that is true, I have treasure chests all over my house, and I imagine you do too: frames holding baby pictures and senior pictures and family pictures – those are treasure chests. Shoeboxes with old birthday cards and souvenirs from trips – those are treasure chests too. The china cabinet in my dining room with my grandmother’s china displayed inside – I never looked at it and thought “that is a treasure chest”, but now that I look again, it surely is, holding treasures precious to me.
The Lord has treasure chests too – all different shapes and sizes. Here’s one that makes my heart smile and brings a comforting quiet to my spirit every time I come across it: “your life is safe in the care of the Lord your God, secure in His treasure pouch!” (1 Samuel 25:29). His “treasure pouch”, and you know what’s inside? We are! Your life, safe in the care of the Lord. My life, safe in the care of the Lord. Every detail that pertains to life and godliness, safe in the care of the Lord. How about that? My mason jar/treasure chest could only save one day: our Father God’s pouch/treasure chest holds all of us, every day, every moment, big and small.
Let’s consider our lives as the very treasure that the Lord holds a treasure pouch close to His chest. We don’t have to DO anything to be worthy of His attention, we don’t have to BE anything to considered precious enough to be held in a treasure pouch close to His heart, but still – I’m humbled and quieted and get a warm feeling inside when I consider it. He is so kind to us. Even though I didn’t deserve His grace, and even though I don’t have to perform to experience His love, I have this feeling inside me…. It’s a desire, really – a desire to live worthy of His calling. It is a comfort that He considers me a treasure; yet at the same time, it is an invitation to live upward, to be better than I have to be. SomeOne considers ME to be a TREASURE. SomeOne considers YOU to be a TREASURE. Maybe we can take a little “selah” right here, a moment to “pause and think of that”! 🙂
God is so kind and generous to us – He looks at us with great tenderness and love and says, “you are My treasure”. What a gift that is ❤
Praying that you feel “secure in His treasure pouch” today,