Tonight I was outside searching for “treasures” with my two year old son, Rudy. I’m holding him on my hip like all moms do. We’re looking up on the top of the trees and the sunlight from the sunset is putting a beautiful golden hue on the leaves. Rudy and I quickly shouted and pointed at the canvas that God displayed for us this evening and said, “there it is, treasure!” Rudy saw the treasure in the trees tonight, but I knew I was holding my treasure in my arms.
Lord, thank you that I’m never too old for you to hold in your mighty arms. And that I’m more precious to you then the rarest diamond and all the gold in the world.
God loves you just the way you are, but He refuses to leave you that way. He wants you to be just like Jesus. – Max Lucado
That quote reminds me that we are rough, broken, fragile and faded. Like an old picture that has been just found in an old attic waiting for the cobwebs to be removed and the dust to be blown away. Lord, thank you for constantly removing my dirt and grime, so You can add more color, gems and jewels, so I can shine as your precious treasure. I’m thrilled you’re my Artist, that is still working on me. “He’s still working on me, to make me what I ought to be!”