Day 13 || Our Treasures

19 June 2014

13. Someone you've always wanted to meet
 I honestly have no clue :(

Where is our treasure? Is it something we hold on to for dear life? Is it something we would never want to let go of? I saw this quote on Pinterest (where else?) and thought it really matched the them of this post.

How true is this quote? If we always are hesitant to try out new things and step out of our comfort zones, how are we ever going to get all the wonderful blessings that we could get? For me, this is really tough. I'm a shy person, but I love adventure, yet whenever I'm in a big group of people and I could do something adventurous, I get so scared that I usually never do it. How much do we hold onto our comfort zones?

 Yet, when I look at it, I remember Luke 21: 1-4, "Jesus looked up and saw the rich putting their gifts into the offering box, and he saw a poor widow put in two small copper coins. And he said, “Truly, I tell you, this poor widow has put in more than all of them. For they all contributed out of their abundance, but she out of her poverty put in all she had to live on.” (ESV) 

 Where is our treasure? If we are always going to hold onto what we have and not give it up to Jesus, we could be missing out on something soo much more better that what we could have ever dreamed of. God is all powerful, and he just wants us to let go of our earthly possessions to Him, so He can bless us abundantly. We often need to let go of what we are holding on so tightly to. I know for me, it's super hard because I can't see the big picture. I often worry about what will happen if I let go. But those are the times I need to remind myself that I'm in God's hands, and He won't let me go. 

 I was surfing the net when I found this story that I really liked:

The cheerful girl with bouncy golden curls was almost five. Waiting with her mother at the checkout stand, she saw them: a circle of glistening white pearls in a pink foil box. “Oh please, Mommy. Can I have them? Please, mommy, please!”
Quickly the mother checked the back of the little foil box and then looked back into the pleading blue eyes of her little girl’s upturned face. “A dollar ninety-five. That’s almost $2.00 If you really want them, I’ll think of some extra chores for you and in no time you can save enough money to buy them for yourself. Your birthday’s only a week away and you might get another crisp dollar bill from Grandma.”
As soon as Jenny got home, she emptied her penny bank and counted out 17 pennies. After dinner, she did more than her share of chores and she went to the neighbor and asked Mrs. McJames if she could pick dandelions for ten cents. On her birthday, Grandma did give her another new dollar bill and at last she had enough money to buy the necklace.
Jenny loved her pearls. They made her feel dressed up and grown up. She wore them everywhere–Sunday school, kindergarten, even to bed. The only time she took them off was when she went swimming or had a bubble bath. Mother said if they got wet, they might turn her neck green.
Jenny had a very loving daddy and every night when she was ready for bed, he would stop whatever he was doing and come upstairs to read her a story. One night when he finished the story, he asked Jenny, “Do you love me?”

“Oh yes, Daddy. You know that I love you.”
“Then give me your pearls.”
“Oh, Daddy, not my pearls. But you can have Princess–the white horse from my collection. The one with the pink tail. Remember, Daddy? The one you gave me. She’s my favorite.”
“That’s okay, Honey. Daddy loves you. Good night.” And he brushed her cheek with a kiss.
About a week later, after the story time, Jenny’s daddy asked again, “Do you love me?”
“Daddy, you know I love you.”
“Then give me your pearls.”
“Oh Daddy, not my pearls. But you can have my babydoll. The brand new one I got for my birthday. She is so beautiful and you can have the yellow blanket that matches her sleeper.”
“That’s okay. Sleep well. God bless you, little one. Daddy loves you.” And as always, he brushed her cheek with a gentle kiss.
A few nights later when her daddy came in, Jenny was sitting on her bed with her legs crossed Indian-style. As he came close, he noticed her chin was trembling and one silent tear rolled down her cheek.
“What is it, Jenny? What’s the matter?”
Jenny didn’t say anything but lifted her little hand up to her daddy. And when she opened it, there was her little pearl necklace. With a little quiver, she finally said, “Here, Daddy. It’s for you.”
With tears gathering in his own eyes, Jenny’s kind daddy reached out with one hand to take the dime-store necklace, and with the other hand he reached into his pocket and pulled out a blue velvet case with a strand of genuine pearls and gave them to Jenny. He had had them all the time. He was just waiting for her to give up the dime-store stuff so he could give her genuine treasure.

So like our heavenly Father.

What are you hanging on to?

by Alice Gray as printed in “More Stories for the Heart”

Are we submitting ourselves fully to God? What are we hanging on to? 
God bless


  1. Oh wow! I totally needed this! On Monday I'm going to training (I'm working at a camp) I don't know alone, and am kind of freaked out. Anyway, I have been trying to step out of my comfort zone, because I know that if I do, I'll meet some awesome people...

    1. Wow! Have fun and I'll be praying for you :) Your welcome <3

  2. Thank you for praying! Oh, I forgot to saw that I love the story a lot in my other comment:)


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