If I had a treasure box, what would be in it?
The first thing I think about photos of my husband and son, a letter from my grandmother, pearls from my other grandmother, all the promises God has fulfilled in my life, written out on pretty paper. Some of my artwork. A picture of my puppy. Ticket stubs and programs, my son’s graduation tassel and invitation. My wedding pictures and vacation pictures. My iPod with all of my music and movies. My tattoo designs. Beautiful scraps of fabric. Coffee. Joy that comes only from God!
What if it were a really BIG box? People – loved ones. My kitchen. My office. My art and craft supplies. Football season. Every episode of The Walking Dead. All of my photo albums! The list could go on forever, and the box would be the size of a small house.
What wouldn’t be in it?
The days where I just don’t feel good enough. The moments I struggle with anxiety and depression. Pinterest – the obsession. The times when I snap grumpily at loved ones, or let road rage get the best of me. The days when I’m not a great wife and mother. The times I feel undervalued, or old, or not good enough. The years I spent far from God, wandering, rebelling, and lost. The contaminated steroid shots I got, and all the fear that accompanied that…my spine that is breaking down.
I would leave out all the things that I think are “less than” – but on second thought; maybe I would put all of those “imperfect and authentic” things in the box. They are a part of me. If I were to leave a box to memorialize myself, wouldn’t that all be a part of who I am? Don’t we love people even more because of their imperfections? Wouldn’t I want to share all the yuck with people? My someday grand-kids? Folks looking for a little help during their own times of struggle? Those things are me. They are a part of who I am today and the times where God grew me the most. And I love me (on most days).
Treasure can be good and bad. There are the moments we want to keep hold of forever because they are so good, and there are moments that shape us into who we are, and some of them are really bad. We all have them. So embrace them. Admit them. Confess them to God and let his forgiveness set you free from the weight of them. Be who you are, good and bad. We are all made the same. And he knows every hair on our heads.
1 You have searched me, Lord,
and you know me.
2 You know when I sit and when I rise;
you perceive my thoughts from afar.
3 You discern my going out and my lying down;
you are familiar with all my ways.
4 Before a word is on my tongue
you, Lord, know it completely.
5 You hem me in behind and before,
and you lay your hand upon me.
6 Such knowledge is too wonderful for me,
too lofty for me to attain.
7 Where can I go from your Spirit?
Where can I flee from your presence?
8 If I go up to the heavens, you are there;
if I make my bed in the depths, you are there.
9 If I rise on the wings of the dawn,
if I settle on the far side of the sea,
10 even there your hand will guide me,
your right hand will hold me fast.
11 If I say, “Surely the darkness will hide me
and the light become night around me,”
12 even the darkness will not be dark to you;
the night will shine like the day,
for darkness is as light to you.
13 For you created my inmost being;
you knit me together in my mother’s womb.
14 I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made;
your works are wonderful,
I know that full well.
15 My frame was not hidden from you
when I was made in the secret place,
when I was woven together in the depths of the earth.
16 Your eyes saw my unformed body;
all the days ordained for me were written in your book
before one of them came to be.
17 How precious to me are your thoughts,[a] God!
How vast is the sum of them!
18 Were I to count them,
they would outnumber the grains of sand—
when I awake, I am still with you.
19 If only you, God, would slay the wicked!
Away from me, you who are bloodthirsty!
20 They speak of you with evil intent;
your adversaries misuse your name.
21 Do I not hate those who hate you, Lord,
and abhor those who are in rebellion against you?
22 I have nothing but hatred for them;
I count them my enemies.
23 Search me, God, and know my heart;
test me and know my anxious thoughts.
24 See if there is any offensive way in me,
and lead me in the way everlasting.
CREATE – Make a treasure box. It can be any size. Paint it. Stain it. Glue things to it. Line it with velvet or burlap or paper. Then I challenge you to put the good and bad in the box. Then if you’re really brave, share it with someone.