Proverbs 2:4-5 "If you seek it like silver and search for it as for hidden treasures, then you will understand the fear of the Lord and find the knowledge of God."
I love to read. Books intrigue and inspire me. I own a room full of books of many kinds. When I shop at book stores, I look at titles and the cover picture to get an idea about the book's contents. If I like what I see I may read the jacket or a passage or two, but I will not know what special places that book will take me until I buy it and begin to read.
The Scriptures are full of wonderful insights into living a life in relationship with God and others. Its treasures can never be fully uncovered. I guess that is why I can't stop reading it. I love the thrill of finding the priceless treasure hidden within its pages. The Word longs to be found. He has made Himself known to those who hunt for Him. When I take the time to read and reread the Bible I become rich in knowing God. I would be wise to enjoy the hunt and dig deep whenever I can!
God, my Father, You are the treasure I seek. You are worthy to be sought and yet I I sometimes read Your precious Word carelessly. I sift through the words without digging deep to find the Truth and the amazing revelations that You have hidden. Father, thank You for making this a fun and interesting way to get to know You! Thank You for hiding Yourself within these pages, words and stories so that I can find YOU! I want to know You more!
Showing posts with label treasures. Show all posts
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Tuesday, January 10, 2012
Monday, March 21, 2011
Bling is Bling
I've been invited to two jewelry parties. I attended one last Saturday and will be present for the next one in a few weeks. Though I don't wear a lot of jewelry, I do have a few items in my bling box that I wear with pride.
I have necklaces, earrings, bracelets, pins, and rings that adorn me, with not only beauty, but sweet memories of special times or special people. Beauty can never reside in gold, silver or colorful stones alone. The beauty of jewlry resides in its story to be or the story that was. The story may begin with the first wearer, but it is written over time with the emotions and revelations evoked.
I treasure some simple stories in hand-me-downs from my Mom. One such treasure is a locket she received from her sister. It carries still the tiny picture of her Dad, my Grandfather. When I became the proud owner of the locket it had a missing link on the chain. It was tied together with a green thread. I kept it there for many years, replacing it only when necessary, fearing it would break and the locket lost. The story? Mom doesn't remember how the chain was broken, but she remembers the love she felt wearing it close to her heart.
I have so many other treasures from women who have passed on their jewelry and its stories to me as well: Moms' Mother-of-Pearl cross she wore on her wedding day, a green broach from a dear friend who said it was one of her family treasures, an ornate bracelet given as a re-gift because she wanted me to have a piece of her heart. I have many others, too long to list them all, but all have been cherished because of the ones who gifted them to me along with their stories.
So, as I peruse the catalogs at the "Bling" shows, I think of all those old tarnished pieces. I see the beautiful new and shining bling and wonder what their stories will be in years to come. Will I buy? Will I wear a new piece with the same pride as the old hand-me-down? Maybe more importantly is to whom can I gift my treasured stories? And just maybe that is what God would want me to do.
My sister gives out pearl necklaces to young women she meets that are struggling with knowing how priceless they are. She shares her story and how God has considered each of us the pearl of great price. Sometimes our stories cost us a great deal. To pass on our stories is a precious gift. To add a bit of bling to our stories brings a smile, don't you think?
Father God, You paid a great price to add each of us to Your priceless and precious collection. You are the one greatest and priceless jewel. It is You with which we should desire to adorn ourselves, but so often we settle for plain old bling. I am sure that You love to see us brighten with the beauty of that which You have made. Thank You. Thank you for giving us rich and beautiful gifts. But help us all to let You shine brighter in our lives so that Your glory may be seen!
I have necklaces, earrings, bracelets, pins, and rings that adorn me, with not only beauty, but sweet memories of special times or special people. Beauty can never reside in gold, silver or colorful stones alone. The beauty of jewlry resides in its story to be or the story that was. The story may begin with the first wearer, but it is written over time with the emotions and revelations evoked.
I treasure some simple stories in hand-me-downs from my Mom. One such treasure is a locket she received from her sister. It carries still the tiny picture of her Dad, my Grandfather. When I became the proud owner of the locket it had a missing link on the chain. It was tied together with a green thread. I kept it there for many years, replacing it only when necessary, fearing it would break and the locket lost. The story? Mom doesn't remember how the chain was broken, but she remembers the love she felt wearing it close to her heart.
I have so many other treasures from women who have passed on their jewelry and its stories to me as well: Moms' Mother-of-Pearl cross she wore on her wedding day, a green broach from a dear friend who said it was one of her family treasures, an ornate bracelet given as a re-gift because she wanted me to have a piece of her heart. I have many others, too long to list them all, but all have been cherished because of the ones who gifted them to me along with their stories.
So, as I peruse the catalogs at the "Bling" shows, I think of all those old tarnished pieces. I see the beautiful new and shining bling and wonder what their stories will be in years to come. Will I buy? Will I wear a new piece with the same pride as the old hand-me-down? Maybe more importantly is to whom can I gift my treasured stories? And just maybe that is what God would want me to do.
My sister gives out pearl necklaces to young women she meets that are struggling with knowing how priceless they are. She shares her story and how God has considered each of us the pearl of great price. Sometimes our stories cost us a great deal. To pass on our stories is a precious gift. To add a bit of bling to our stories brings a smile, don't you think?
Father God, You paid a great price to add each of us to Your priceless and precious collection. You are the one greatest and priceless jewel. It is You with which we should desire to adorn ourselves, but so often we settle for plain old bling. I am sure that You love to see us brighten with the beauty of that which You have made. Thank You. Thank you for giving us rich and beautiful gifts. But help us all to let You shine brighter in our lives so that Your glory may be seen!
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
Golden Moments
I do not agree that silence is golden. It can be said, however, that silence can be golden. The difference is that there are times when silence is a killer of relationships more than a golden moment.
My wonderful husband and I have been married for 35 and a half years. I like to ask him questions. He likes to sit in the silence. If I never pressed him with questions, our relationship would be trying to survive on the information we knew of one another back when we said, "I do."
Is it possible that some of us married couples forget how mysterious and intricate our partner is? Experiences change our way of thinking, acting and beliefs. It is because Patrick is a deep well of feelings, experiences, beliefs and thoughts that I go exploring and find surprising treasures along the way! I would like to someday be surprised with his explorations into my thoughts and feelings too.
You might wonder where to get good questions. Well, if I come across something during my day I wonder how my beloved might see it so I ask. We happened to watch one of Dr. Phil's shows about premarital counselling. There were some good questions there. I printed them off and plan to take them on date nights, trips and have them handy for an intimate moment.
When my love opens his heart and thoughts to me I am delighted to receive those golden moments as gifts of love. I have a store room full and intend to keep adding to my treasure as time goes by.
God of Love and Giver of all good gifts, You have made each of us a treasure chest of wonder and amazement! You made us to fellowship and rejoice in the discovery of one another. What joy that brings to my soul! You are the One I find when I look into the heart of my beloved and see Your love working to make Him more like You! Thank You!
My wonderful husband and I have been married for 35 and a half years. I like to ask him questions. He likes to sit in the silence. If I never pressed him with questions, our relationship would be trying to survive on the information we knew of one another back when we said, "I do."
Is it possible that some of us married couples forget how mysterious and intricate our partner is? Experiences change our way of thinking, acting and beliefs. It is because Patrick is a deep well of feelings, experiences, beliefs and thoughts that I go exploring and find surprising treasures along the way! I would like to someday be surprised with his explorations into my thoughts and feelings too.
You might wonder where to get good questions. Well, if I come across something during my day I wonder how my beloved might see it so I ask. We happened to watch one of Dr. Phil's shows about premarital counselling. There were some good questions there. I printed them off and plan to take them on date nights, trips and have them handy for an intimate moment.
When my love opens his heart and thoughts to me I am delighted to receive those golden moments as gifts of love. I have a store room full and intend to keep adding to my treasure as time goes by.
God of Love and Giver of all good gifts, You have made each of us a treasure chest of wonder and amazement! You made us to fellowship and rejoice in the discovery of one another. What joy that brings to my soul! You are the One I find when I look into the heart of my beloved and see Your love working to make Him more like You! Thank You!
Friday, February 6, 2009
Re-gifting
Re-gifting can sometimes seem rude and sneaky. Maybe it is, but there are times when re-gifting means a lot to the giver and the receiver.
A couple of years ago I attended a women's Christmas party where the hostess asked everyone to bring a gift that means something to them to re-gift to someone in the group. We were to be prepared to share the story of the gift. How did we get it? If it was a gift , who was the first giver? etc. She explained that we all have many things that we keep because of sentimental value but we do not use for one reason or another. Why not give it to someone else who may appreciate the gift and the story behind it.
This year I've been looking around my house and in my jewelry box to see what I can thoughtfully re-gift. It is like shopping in my own home! Sometimes I need to do some digging but when you are looking for treasure digging is where you start!
I have decided to start small this year. I have chosen two people to whom I want to re-gift. Maybe next year I can find something for all my children as well!
The thoughtful giving of a gift, even a re-gift, is always a treasure of the heart. There can be no greater gift than a piece of our heart.
A couple of years ago I attended a women's Christmas party where the hostess asked everyone to bring a gift that means something to them to re-gift to someone in the group. We were to be prepared to share the story of the gift. How did we get it? If it was a gift , who was the first giver? etc. She explained that we all have many things that we keep because of sentimental value but we do not use for one reason or another. Why not give it to someone else who may appreciate the gift and the story behind it.
This year I've been looking around my house and in my jewelry box to see what I can thoughtfully re-gift. It is like shopping in my own home! Sometimes I need to do some digging but when you are looking for treasure digging is where you start!
I have decided to start small this year. I have chosen two people to whom I want to re-gift. Maybe next year I can find something for all my children as well!
The thoughtful giving of a gift, even a re-gift, is always a treasure of the heart. There can be no greater gift than a piece of our heart.
Wednesday, August 13, 2008
Treasured Collections
I have been considering the collection of things I have surrounding me. Most of my possessions are sentimental clutter. Would someone else treasure it?
I have the mind to dispose of at least some things for a good cause. I hope to make a difference by setting myself free of things. Love, giving, sacrifice all hurt for a time. The good news is that where my treasure is there will my heart be also. My treasure is being given for the benefit of people. Even if they are strangers to me, God loves them. My treasure and my heart will be in a happy place.
I have the mind to dispose of at least some things for a good cause. I hope to make a difference by setting myself free of things. Love, giving, sacrifice all hurt for a time. The good news is that where my treasure is there will my heart be also. My treasure is being given for the benefit of people. Even if they are strangers to me, God loves them. My treasure and my heart will be in a happy place.
Friday, August 1, 2008
Precious Words
"I'll miss you." Precious words from my granddaughters as they prepared to leave for the weekend to visit their cousins. I am blessed to be so close to my grandchildren. They are difficult at times only because I care for them. But, there is such delight in knowing that I mean so much to them.
Those simple words said so much. They said I am important and loved. I somehow have become a treasure to them that they miss when I am not around. Of course there are days when they hide from me and don't want me to find them! Yes, there are those days when I am more trouble to them than treasure. There is no doubt that we love each other. I miss them too!
Those simple words said so much. They said I am important and loved. I somehow have become a treasure to them that they miss when I am not around. Of course there are days when they hide from me and don't want me to find them! Yes, there are those days when I am more trouble to them than treasure. There is no doubt that we love each other. I miss them too!
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